ArShi SS-Love in Delhi University~Thread 1 - Page 11

Nice update!
Waiting to read what Lavanya does now!

The story has a very fresh feel...

Originally posted by: winiwonka

Hey Everyone... Ok, so I'm a student of DU, a fresher and I've fallen madly in love with that place. I've wanted to write an Arshi FanFic based on this place but it took me a lot of time as I didn't want any controversies.

I did not name any college...PURPOSELY!

But I will use the North Campus as a setting in the story...

Hope you like it...

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Chapter One

"Itni thand kyun hai?" (Why is it so cold?) whispered Khushi, as she rubbed her palms against each other. She had just gotten down from the Vishwavidyala Metro Station and was now walking out of it for the college. She had the first 8.40am class and then the fifth class which didn't start until 1.30pm. She hated Thursdays; only two classes but such different timings.

As she stepped out of gate 3, the rickshaw pullers herded around her.

"Aiye Madam. Stephens?"

"Didi? Hindu? Ramjas? Kahan jana hai aapko?" (Which college do you want to go?)

"Madam, idhar! (Here) Kamla Nagar?" (Refer to Note.)

Khushi looked up at the third rickshaw puller incredulously. "Kamla nagar kaun jata subah saade aath baje?" (Who goes to Kamla Nagar at 8.30 in the morning?) she thought to herself and moved on. Every DU student knows what it's like to be celebrity as they are treated like one, once they step out of Gate 3 of their University Subway stop.

Ushering them all a 'No' with a soft head nod, Khushi stepped out. The sun was hidden in smog. She sighed. She fixed her jhola and snuggled in her cardigan and started walking towards her college. She loved this part of the day where she could just enjoy the scene. Lovers reuniting after a night's parting. The vendors by the roadside and the bright jewellery and scarves they sold. People laughing in the rickshaws as they passed her by. The green Uni buses zooming by. You can't help but fall in love with this place.

Simple as she was, the little things in life cheered her up. She had come from Lucknow to study here and she stayed with her Buaji and her older sister, Payel. Her salwaar-Kurtas were the kinds with bright laces and pom-poms but today, all colour and cheer of her attire was hidden under her elder sister's navy blue cardigan. She had spilled food on her's last night and the second one was in the laundry but that didn't hinder her from showing her spirit. Her long thick braid had golden tassle tied around it and her desi jhumkes (earrings) which gleamed under the soft sun.

She kept walking down the road and was too lost in admiring the place that she almost didn't notice her college gate that she passed by. She slapped her head "Hey Devi Maiyya! Buaji Ji sehi kehte hai! Main sach mein ek paglayt hoon!" (Buaji is right! I AM crazy) She turned back and was about to keep her first step, when her eyes almost popped out of its sockets.

She prayed to Devi Maiyyan every day that she wouldn't have to see his face. He was her Jiji, Payal's boss' son. Payal was the PA to Mr. Abhay Singh Raizada. Payal had to attend a lot of parties thrown by him in Shantivan but she never wanted to go alone and thus the reason why Khushi had to tag along to those boring business parties. "Ye koi party hai, Jiji? Na koi naach-gaana. Na koi shor-sharaba. Kaise log hain ye!" (What kind of a party is this? Noone's dancing. People are wbarely whispering. What kind of people are they?) she whispered into her Jiji's ears as Payal was busy handling the guests. "Chup raho, pagli! Yahan ke parties aise hi hote hain!" (Shut up! That is how it works here) she lovingly made Khushi understand.

Khushi would often be left alone in these parties as Payal went off to attend guests. She never complained as she knew the reason why Payal made her come. They were just enough for her to know that her Jiji was comfortable if Khushi was around.

Khushi would generally sneak out of the boring parties to the big lawn outside. It was huge and well manicured and secluded as well, just the kind Khushi loved. The stars could be seen twinkling brightly as she lied down to gaze them. She loved the feel of the soft grass under her while she talked to her long-demised Amma-Bauji.

The lawn had an artificial Japanese Pond on its right and a couple swing to the left. On one fateful night, when Khushi was new to Delhi and had just started attending parties, she had sneaked out like any other night but only to bump into the mighty Arnav Singh Raizada.

"Ahh!" squeaked Khushi as she tried moving her head away but her earring stuck to the button of the only black suit which was visible. Figuring the body to be a Man's, she started wriggling even harder and landed up hurting herself even more.

"Will you stop moving for a second" bellowed Arnav. That was enough to pause Khushi for few seconds and for him to untangle her earrings from his suit.

"Kaun hai ap?" (Who are you?) snapped Khushi, as she fixed her hair and then straightened her kurta.

"Main ye baat tumse bhi pooch sakta hoon" (I can ask you the same) came a grave, poker faced reply.

She looked up to see who this arrogant person was but what she saw, made her breathless. Was he photoshopped? How can anyone be that handsome? There he was, in a night blue silk shirt with an open collar button and a black suit with a glass of whisky in one hand and the other in his pocket. His stubble was just perfect and his eyes were like soft chocolate but cold, she noticed. They had no gleam in them.

Suddenly jerking back to present, she was blatantly staring at him, she resumed her former armour.

"Maine pehle poocha!"(I asked you first) she retorted, as she looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Arnav had encountered the most unusual person in the party. While everyone was clad in black and subtles, this fiery lady was dressed in orange and yellow with zari borders and moreover, she was spitting fire on him! On Arnav Singh Raizada! Either was completely mental or she had no idea who he was and what his temperament was like but whatever it was, he liked her spirits.

She was cute, he decided. It was a huge change from the words glamorous and beautiful. It was like a breath of fresh air; her large eyes, quivering lips, now trying to hide embarrassment. Arnav almost smiled.

One thing lead to another, their conversation went into the night. It was their getting to know each other night. Khushi learnt that Arnav had lost his mother as a kid and Arnav was told that Khushi was an orphan who lived with her adoptive parents in Lucknow and now with her Buaji in Lakshmi Nagar. They were both in the same University but different neighbouring colleges.

"I come to your college a lot though! I have friends there" Arnav had said.

They didn't know how time passed when Khushi phone suddenly rang "Chalo Maiyya ke bhavan bhavan BHAVAN! Chalo Maiyya ke bhavan bhavan.." Arnav snorted and Khushi looked back at him with chiding eyes.

"Haan Jiji! Party khatam ho gaya? Haan, main abhi aa rahi hoon" he heard Khushi say.

Keeping her phone down, she said "Mujhe chalna chahiye. Jiji intezaar kar rahi hogi"

Arnav nodded and looked away. Taking it as a sign of dismissal, Khushi walked away.

Arnav looked back at the point where Khushi had pointed as to where her parents were now. "Are you up there too, Ma?" he murmured. He liked this girl. She didn't judge him and he didn't need to prove who he was before her. It didn't matter to her and he was glad about that.

Next day, in college, Khushi was walking out of her class on second floor and happened to peak down from the corridor when she spotted a figure from last night near the bike parking lot.

"Arnav Ji!" she squealed and waved gleefully. Arnav, who was surrounded by his so-called-friends, looked up and smiled but nothing more. He was there to visit his friends. His friends started pulling his leg, saying how a stupid middle class girl a won his heart as he had never bothered to smile at anyone before. Wanting to keep the thing he shared with Khushi as something very sacred, he passed it off with a good laugh. The next thing he knew, he pulled Khushi to corner and asked her to stay away from him in college.

"Kyun? Apko sharam ati hain?" (Why? Are you ashamed of me?) she retorted.

He knew this was coming. Never good with words, Arnav didn't know how to handle it. He took her phone from her clutch and typed his own number and pressed the call. As his phone buzzed, he handed Khushi back her phone and walked away from there, without a word further.

Khushi, upset, was on her bed in the evening as Buaji and Payal worked around the house. No one pushed her around as they could see that their Titaliya(butterfly) was upset on a reason which she didn't want to share. Not poking any further, they let her be. She must be tired from college, they decided.

Khushi's phone buzzed. She turned her head, which was resting on her knees, heartlessly to check who it was. She was so not in the mood to hear Preeto's endless chatters but she wasn't disappointed.

"Arnav Ji" the screen flashed.

She took up the phone and almost ran out, leaving a confused Buaji and Payal in her wake. Buaji looked at Payal questioning but let it go as Payal nodded her head carelessly.

Arnav and Khushi talked for sometime but Arnav never explained as to why he said what he had in college. It was well past midnight when Buaji screamed from downstairs, asking her to go off to bed.

"Arnav Ji. Mujhe chalna chahiye. Buaji bula rahe hain!" (Arnav Ji, I have to go. Buaji's calling.)

"Hmm. Goodnight." He wished curtly.

Not knowing what to say any further, they both stayed silent for sometime before Khushi heard the beeps of an ended call.

From then on, Arnav and Khushi never talked to each other in college but every night on the phone. Whenever Payal announced a party, Khushi gladly dressed and tagged along without a word.

Khushi would sneak out and meet Arnav, who waited for her patiently in their secret lawn and talk until it was time for her to leave again.

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The loud beep of a bike from behind brought Khushi back from the past. She was at the college gate, she looked around. Arnav was their just a couple of minutes back, dressed in absolute black and aviators. He was on his bike, looking handsome as ever, she smiled but sadly, that smile didn't get to linger for long. She saw Lavanya, lady-long-legs of her college get down from the passenger seat. Lavanya turned towards Arnav and kissed him goodbye on the cheeks.

That was enough for Khushi to turn away and unfortunately miss how Arnav didn't respond or acknowledge the gesture and zoomed past her, making way to his own college. "He's ashamed of me" Khushi's eyes brimmed with tears as the noise of mirror shattering reverberated in her ears.

"It was always too good to be true"

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CHAPTER 2: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/71621873

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I feel so sad for Arnav. That nasty excuse of a father is putting him through so much. At least he has his Khushi now. But the precap is scaring me 😲.

it was a very nice update. thank you 😊.

Their relationship is budding sweetly...Is he really ashamed of meeting her publicly??????

Originally posted by: winiwonka

Hey Everyone.. Chapter Two is up!!!😊

Arnav is 21 here- 3rd year of graduation... Economics Hons

Khushi is 18 here- 1st year of graduation.. Fresher... Sociology Hons

Thank you for your comments...

Here goes chapter two for you!!

Chapter 1: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3342093/arshi-ss-love-in-delhi-university-thread-1

Recap: Khushi sees Arnav with a new girl. Shell shocked as she is, flashbacks of how she met him comes flooding back to her...

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Chapter Two

Arnav could barely pay attention in his class. Not that he ever did but some words did seep in on general days but today was different. He had noticed that Khushi had seen him with Lavanya and was probably very hurt. He tapped his feet and pen impatiently. He had to talk to her. Right now!

"Are you ok, Khushi?" he texted and waited expectantly for her reply. Minutes passed but there was no reply. He checked his watch, the needles showed Nine Fifty. "She's free now! Why isn't she answering? It doesn't take minutes for her replies to come" he murmured. Arnav knew her timings through and through and knew he wasn't wrong in his assumptions. She had her class again at one thirty. She was mad.

Even though they weren't in a relationship, they shared something very intricate and delicate. Arnav knew just how sensitive Khushi was in the inside even though she was capable of breathing fire on anyone who annoyed her. Khushi never saw the said of Arnav by which the world had learnt to recognize him. He wasn't the cold, arrogant man he was to the world before Khushi. To Khushi, he was the world's greatest listener. She cribbed about how she was the only one who talked but Arnav knew that in her heart, she was glad that Arnav listened to her without an interruption. She wasn't used to it. Someone or the other would ask her to shut up now and then.

As the professor strode out the room at ten thirty, Arnav followed out at his heels, oblivious to his friends' calls. He got to the parking lot, kicked started his black Harley and set out on the roads, towards Khushi's college. He knew not why he was looking for her as he wouldn't talk to her lest his friends saw them and that would make Khushi's life more miserable than his. He took out his phone and speed dialled her but the phone went unanswered.

Deciding that it was a stupid idea to come here, he turned his bike back to try his luck in Kamla Nagar. Khushi loved that place. He rode down there and was cutting his way through the crowd in the market when he spotted Khushi. There she was, gleefully slurping on her chuski(ice candy) and laughing on something her friend had said. "What the!" he muttered under his breath.

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He was pacing around his room in his usual night casuals when checked the clock on his bedroom wall, 10pm it read. That was the time when Buaji would go off to sleep and his father would retire to his room with his mistress. Even the thought of that man infuriated Arnav. Living in this house made him choke with disgust. All this had once belonged to her mother and his Dad had killed her in greed when he was fourteen years old. Half of the property had passed onto Arnav and that's the reason he was breathing today. His father had kept him alive for his own interest.

Arnav's eyes closed and his fingers fisted in anger. He was cursing his father in the darkness of mind when the peaceful image of a playful Khushi started playing before his eyes, calming his nerves. In one of the parties, Khushi had worn a pink anarkali with golden dupatta and her hair was let loose. She was looking the prettiest that day. When he complimented her, he had seen the blush creep upto her cheeks as she shied and looked away. How could anyone not fall in love with her?

Yes, he'd been in love with her since long but never told her in the fear of it getting jinxed. He didn't want them to have a miserable ending. He knew it was stupid but he didn't want to touch the bubble he was living in. Khushi was his getaway, his paradise and he wanted the thorns of his life to anywhere near her.

Picking up his phone from the bedside table, he strode out to the poolside. They would both sit under the stars as they would talk sweet nothings through the night. He dialled his phone as he sat down by the pool. A few rings went unanswered, which was pretty unusual as Khushi would generally receive his phone latest by the second ring. Finally, after a couple of massive heart skips in Arnav's chest, Khushi meekly answered her phone.

"Hello?" he heard Khushi's soft voice from the other side.

"Khushi? Tum theek ho?" (Are you ok?) asked Arnav, the first thing as he sat up in his chair with worry lines all over his face.

"Haan hum theek hain, Arnav Ji. Aapko chinta karne ki koi zaroorat nehi" (Yes, I'm okay, Arnav Ji. You don't have to worry about me) came a meek unenthusiastic reply Khushi, making Arnav's heart grip cold steel.

"Khushi, woh Lavanya.." he started but was cut off mid-sentence.

"Arnav Ji, Bua Ji ki tabiyat theek nehi hain. Mujhe phone rakhna hoga" (Bua Ji isn't well. I need to hang up now) said Khushi heatedly as she didn't want any explanations from him and that fired Arnav up. Here he was trying to make amends for the first time in his life and she was pretending to play it cool. No one talked to him that way and he wasn't going to take it from Khushi either.

"No one talks to me like that, Ms. Khushi Kumari Gupta" he spoke through his gritted teeth. He had to get to the end of this. It had been bothering him the whole day. "Khushi, that was Lavanya, tumhe pata hi hoga. Woh mere dad ke naye business partner ki beti hain and I had to be nice to her." (Khushi, that was Lavanya. I guess you already know that. She's my Dad's new business partner's daughter and I had to be nice to her) he explained to her as a matter of fact-ly.

Arnav was about to spill out how his Dad threatened him to harm his Nani if he didn't play along but stopped himself in time. Arnav hated being helpless like this and wanted to move out as soon as possible. He wanted to start his own empire which would beat his Dad to no end. No, Khushi didn't need to know all this now. Not yet. She was still a child and he didn't want her to suffer with him. It was his own hell and Khushi was the last person he wanted to share it with.

Moments of silence passed and Arnav got no reply. "Khushi! Tum kuch keh kyun nehi rahe ho!" he urged. (Khushi! Why aren't you saying anything?) Few more moments of dread passed through him before he finally heard Khushi's voice.

"Arnav Ji, agar aap just being nice ho rahe the Lavanya ke saath, toh phir usne aapko.." her voice trailed off and Arnav smiled. "Usne mujhe kiss kyun kiya?" he asked her, completing her question. "Haan" came a squeak from Khushi, to which Arnav laughed softly. His Pagal. "It doesn't matter to me, Khushi. You'll always be my number one" he assured her. Getting nothing more than a 'Hmm..' from her as reply, Arnav continued "Achcha baba, if you don't like it, agay se aisa kuch nehi hoga"(Ok, if you don't like, I won't let it happen again.)

Khushi cheered up instantly and got back her formerly glory. "Haan. Ab bolo sara din kya kiya?" (Tell me what you did the entire day) said Arnav as he smiled while he leaned back on his chair and relaxed. Khushi, as usually chirped on and Arnav replied with his usual 'Hmm's and 'Achcha?'s. When she got to the part where she went to Kamla Nagar with Preeto, Arnav halted her.

"Haan, usse yaad aya. Tum paagal ho jo sardiyon mein chuski pee rahi thi?" (Yeah, that reminds me. Are you insane, having ice candy in this winter?) he asked, worrying.

"Haan. Humay chuski bohut pasand hain. Chahey woh December ho ya June" she replied in a happy tone. (Yes! I love ice candies, be it December or June)

"Aur tumhe thand lag jati toh?" asked Arnav (And what if you caught cold?)

Khushi had no reply and just pouted instead.

"Tumhari naak laal ho jati!" Arnav answered his own questioned and laughed a little. (Your nose would've gone red). "Aur haan, tumne mera phone kyun nehi receive kya?" he asked, pretending to be mad at her. (And why didn't you receive my calls?)

"Kyunki hum aapse gussa the!" (Because I was mad at you)she answered sweetly. "Achcha, ab who sab chodiye aur agey suniye" (Achcha, let it be for now. Now listen to my story) said Khushi, dismissing her anger and proceeding in informing Arnav about her day. Arnav just smiled at the stars and thanked his mother for sending her into his life.

"Par class mein ek cheez samajh mein nehi aayi" cribbed Khushi (I didn't understand one thing in class)

"Kya?" asked back Arnav, casually.

"Marxism" replied Khushi.

"Marxism? Sociology mein Marxism kyun padha rahe hain? It's an Economics topic! Humare 2nd year mein tha!" replied Arnav (Marxism? Why are they teaching you Marxism in Sociology? It's an Economics topic. We had it in 2^nd year)

"Hmm. Ap toh third year mein ho. Agle saal pass kar jayenge, phir?" asked Khushi (Hmm. You're in your last year. You'll graduate next year. Then what?)

"Phir kya? Phir Harvard. I told you Harvard accepted me, didn't I? I'm.." Arnav was saying but stopped short as he realized what Khushi was trying to imply. They would be separated. The air around them became solemn and no one said a word.

"Achcha, hum baad ki baat baad mein karenge. Abhi present ki baat karte hain. Haan, tum kya keh rehi thi? Marxism, na? Kal Central Library mein milna. Main tumhe Marxism samjha doonga" (We'll discuss about it later, when time comes. For now, let's discuss the present. What were you saying? Marxism? Meet me in Central Library. I'll teach you) said Arnav jovially, trying to lighten the mood when in reality, his heart was shattering into pieces. He didn't want to leave Khushi's side.

Khushi fell for Arnav's trap and got lost in the game. She fell for his feigning tone. "Central Library? Kahin aapke dost aapko dekh liya toh? Aapko toh sharam ati hain na?" she replied, adding a bit of stiffness to her last couple of words. None of them really talked about it much. (Central Library? What if your friends see you? Aren't you 'secretive' about us?)

The jab was completely unexpected causing Arnav to sit up straight in his chair. "Aisi koi baat nehi hai, meet me there at 12.30. It's Friday tomorrow, we're both free after then" he said curtly, hiding his hurt. (It's not what you think.)

"HAAA!" Arnav heard Khushi gasp all of a sudden.

"Kya hua?" he asked, worried. (What happened?) Knowing Khushi, the world's most bizarre thing could've happened and thus his worry was justified.

"Arnav Ji! Subah chaar baj rahe hain! Humara kal saade aath (8.40) ka class hain. Humay sona chahiye nehi toh Buaji fir se chillaynge humare upar subah subah!" she cried out. Arnav just smiled at her innocence. (Arnav Ji! It's four in the morning. I have a class at 8.40 tomorrow. I should sleep else Buaji will start screaming at me early in the morning!)

"Ok. Goodnight, Khushi"

"Goodnight, Arnav Ji"

A moment of silence passed as both said their secret 'Love you's.

"Kal! Central Library. 12.30" said Arnav

"Ji" replied Khushi smiling and pressed the end call button.

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Precap:

While Arnav and Khushi relish their new found love and freedom, the jealous pair of eyes of Lavanya goes unnoticed by the oblivious Lovebirds.

Will Lavanya win Arnav over in the upcoming party at RM or will Arnav prove himself to be Khushi's knight in shining armour?

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Wow...Another amazing update...The purity of their friendship is clearly portrayed by you.

aww very nice!

wow!!! dis is interesting:-D update asap n thnxx fr d pm:-)

Cnt wait fr the next part Simply awesome