IPKKND SS: Ruled with love Ch2+3 p5 CONCLUDE - Page 4

Originally posted by: girlz-rule

@jagrutid: Awesum n fantastic SS!!!!😊

Originally posted by: allegro

Awesome story.

Waiting for the next part.

Note: Hey guys sorry the end of this took a little longer to write than I had estimated and I've split it up into two chapters so its easier to read. Thank you for waiting please do tell me what you make of it. This thread seems to have lots of views but not very many comments, even if its criticism I really don't mind. It seems like its been ages since ive updated so If you guys need to refresh your memory the first chapter is on page one especially because I'd written it to be an OS.

(Warning this next chapter may only be considered suitable for readers of 18 and above. You guys just skip to chapter three after a bit)

Part 2 of 3

As khushi hears the sound of the bedroom door open and shut with a harsh swing after sometime. His walking in with the most disturbed expression, throwing his phone to a side.. and pulling open the first button of his traditional black attire in annoyance insights khushi to ask if he is ok. She new that she wasn't someone he wanted to see or hear from right now but that distress on his face she couldn't bare to see. Talking to his back khushis eyes are filled with concern as she strings up the confidence to put her words together. "aap theek toe hai.?" Without turning to her khushi hears a very disinterested tone of voice.

- "I thought I told you to keep out of my sight."

Something told her that he was more than just angry at what at happened and instead of venting his anger in her direction he was taking it out on himself.

"Naraz aap hamse hai toe ghuza aap khudh par kyun nikal rahe hai..galti hamari hai.--

As arnav turned to khushi.. khushi saw bounds of distress, anger, even hurt in those eyes of his. Khushi new that her husband was an man with immense pride the smallest of affront by anyone hurt his pride. "Don't wind me up khushi this has all happened because of your heroic confession of love and your stupid behavior which has ridiculed me in front of everyone!."

Khushi regretful for the incident, the guilt seen clearly on her face by the way she drops her expression to the floor at the mention of the happening.

Feeling him, hearing his footsteps approach her khushi looked up at his expression for a second and for a moment instead of ego, and anger she saw something more genuine.

Stopping two footsteps away from her..his eyes locked with her intently as he spoke. "Mein tumare saamne khada hoon khushi..nows the time to show me how much you love me.

Khushi was lost..it seemed as if ..those words were not sarcasm or ridicule but something more real until a silence falls once again and that sincerity in his eyes turns to something different like a instant witch from Arnav to Arnav singh Raizdada.

"Well what are you waiting for? im all yours khushi " this time his words were a little mocking ..khushi watched as he eyed the buttons of his blazer demanding she initate a more physical expression of her love.

Ruled by that look in his eyes..khushi dared not play with fire and provoke any more anger but she couldn't help but express what for her was in her nature to do so. Her eyes darting under his watch, she put her words across with the upmost tact. Making sure she was respectful at the same time admant on her disapproval of his ways. "Pyaar ko zahir karne ke aur bhi tareke hote hai Raizada saab."

Her words overlooked by him, his reply as dominating at his nature was. "But I'm not giving you another option khushi"

Khushi putting her hands to the body of his black suit..slowly beings to unbutton the fastenings as he watches over her. One by one..slowly she unbutton his suit until she could no longer do so. Her mind gave away..she much rather he scold her humiliate her in front of the world than this.

Letting go of the blazer and stepping away from him khushi was at a lost. What was this was this his way of punishing her? but that look in his eyes seconds ago..nothing made sense to her. Flustered, overwhelmed and just fearful of her own feeling khushi..takes a moment to breath .

As arnav watched over her with a glint of what looked like mocking in his eyes his words caught khushis attention "I thought as much nahin kar sakti what a surprise. " As he turns to walk away with the glint of victory in his eyes he feels a grasp at his arm. Turning to see khushi whose eyes carry more commitment then he had ever seen he listens to what she has to say without making any significant eye contact.

Khushis words sounded like the strayed words of a wife that was immense pain, hurt, but proud of the feeling she carried for a man who was probably not worthy in her eyes. Her was at a significant level between a plea to be heard and and an heated outburst.

"Pati hai aap hamare ..Issat karte ham aapki, iska matlab yey nahin hai ke aap hamare pyar ko masak samje. Ham appne pyaar ke leigyey kis had tak jaa sakte he yey aap kabhi nahin samaj payeynge kyun ke hamre aur aapki pyaar ki paribhasa bohat alag hai. "

Aap ke liyey yey bas doe jismo ka khel hoga ..lekin hamare leiyey..

not allowing her to finish those words arnav pulls his arm away from her grip and turns towards her. The flame of anger in his eyes growing khushi feels herself back away slowly as he advances towards her. his tone angry..theeth clenched as he stares into those eyes of hers.

Khushi feels a cold collide of the wall against her back, she had nowhere to go, he was inches away from her face, eyes razor sharp kushi found it almost impossible to look into those eyes of his that carried so much intensity, his teeth clenched as he stressed his words. "DON'T YOU DARE DEFINE THE WORD 'LOVE' TO ME KHUSHI.. if you had any deliberation for the feeling you would have never."

And for so some reason he abruptly stopped there.

Khushi looked into his eyes for a moment curious to know what it was exactly that he was accusing her off her now but then changed his mind. He looked liked he had forced himself not to keep quite..like there was more resentment for her than was apparent.

Looking at khushis apposing posture, the way she attempted to fight her ground again and again tipped his patience. How dare she stand there and question him when she was the one that had wrong.

In an attempt to end this conflict once and for all khushi feels arnavs grasp her arm painfully and turning her to her side against the wall so his words would be echo straight into her ear. His closeness, harshness, sent shivers down khushi.

"Let me remind you that you are the one who has wronged here so I would drop that tone right now if I was you and do as you are told."

Unable to even get a word in edge ways khushi freezes as she hears his instruction as she pushes her back towards the wall so there faces are at a proximity and steps closer.

His eyes serious in every way. "Kiss me.." Not surprised at demand but worried as to her ablilty to fufil it her eyes widen as reacts most naturally. "Ji..?? "

"You heard.. kiss me.."

khushi..just unable to think of how he expected her to make this move remembers that this was his way of asking her to prove her love for him.

As khushi takes a nervous swallow for a moment she hesitates for a second before drawing up to his face..and placing just a slight touch of her lips on his on right cheek. She had done what he had asked of her.. lowering her eyes with instant khushi tries to step out of his watch but is again swept back under his presence.

"Did I say we were done?" khushi merely stands in his presence feeling his proximity increase as he lowers his lips the crux of her neck and begins to caress her skin drawing up her neck slowly.

What started off as a harsh, in-affectionate handling was slowly becoming a more soft interaction. As he parts from her neck and trails up to her jaw line arnav could feel the nervousness in her posture coldness of her skin but it was her eyes which caught his attention. fixated, closed tightly almost like they were enduring the upmost pain arnav sees a single tear drop role down her Khushis cheek and pauses.

Something made him stop.. that look of pain on her face he couldn't bare.

Khushi who was feeling his touch with closed restless eyes feels something very different on her skin to what she had felt earlier. His touch was harsh, and hurtful moments ago but that had now changed. What felt to be his lips, the along untidiness of his stubble which kissed away that tear that was trailing down her face. It no longer felt like he was punishing her. The warmth of his touch that look in his eyes as she momentarily opened hers she saw something tender in those eyes of his as there eyes locked. There was no sign of anger just his eyes looking into hers before drawing towards her lips. She didn't want to stop him because this is what she had longed for all alone. For him to love her..? khushi wasn't quite sure what this was. Whether it was his way of punishing her for her mistake or whether it was just lust or something more. With all these questions to her mind he seemed to overpower them all.

Feeling him seductively unknot the tie of her blouse and lift her off her feet, khushi failed to realize the journey from the corner of the room they were standing at to the bed she felt mould under her weight. Feeling his touch, his trail of kisses along her bare skin from her face to her neck to hovering over her ear. She took this opportunity to ask him the one thing that was playing at her mind over and over again. "Hum ise aapka pyaar samje yaa phir appne galti ki saaza?" not wanting to be disturbed khushi could feel the way her words were heard with partial attention and then avoided. "Shush..not another word khushi". The whisper in her ear and the trailing of his lips and down to her waist lower body left khushi motionless but she slowly began to respond to his touch his feel..almost melt to his ways.

From , hearing the rustling of him removing his shirt and throwing aside his blazer, to feeling him unravel the folds of her saari to expose her, feel her, be one with her. Khushi cherished every moment of their union nothing else apart from the two of them mattered during this time not even that question that remained unanswered by him.

Here goes the last chapter:

Part 3 of 3

Dawn of next morning and as Khushi opens her eyes to a new day and looks around the room, noticing her saari that lay astray alongside his clothes on the floor she turns her head to her side to see him next to her. She just lay there watching him for some time thinking, wondering how she had fallen for a man with so many different shades.

Being as silent as ever not to wake him, khushi goes about her morning routine. dressed in a simple green saari khushi adorns her mangalsutra and sindoor these symbols gradually having more and more importance in her life today she felt herself the closest she had ever felt to being that wife she had always dreamed of being. All that was left was for her to hope that someday he may feel the same way for her, something Khushi knew may never happen yet why did certain moments of the previous night feel so genuine. His touch his feel gave off affection did it not or was that just her imagination? As khushis eyes fall upon him laying in rest at a distance within the mirror reflection. Her question to him that remained unanswered during there intimacy rings in her ears.

Amongst the morning silence of Shantivaan, khushi in the kitchen alone prepares a cup of coffee but her mind is occupied by various other insecurities, uncertainties. Was she wrong to have fallen for him..? , Was she wrong to have let him lead her on this way? And what she saw in his eyes? last night, what she felt in his touch...was it love or just an illusion?? Did she even mean anything to him or was she just another lady to cater for his needs. ? A one night stand??

The web of worries in khushis mind as she finishing off adding the relevant amount of coffee and milk to the porcelain cup on the kitchen counter are interrupted by a female voice.

-- "Two spoons of coffee..and no sugar.. right?"

Khushi looking up to see Lavanya enter, is a little more silent than usual having taken the pervious nights incident into account but nods with a smile at the way she was right about the combination to his drink. Assuming that she had come to see Arnav, khushi lets her know of his pre-occupancy . "woh soh rahe hai.." but Laavanya is quick to tell khushi that she had come to speak to her and not him.

Actually Khushi I wanted to talk to you apologize for last night.. it really wasn't what it looked like.

Khushi wasn't one to ever hold grudges, it wasn't in her nature but listens patiently to what Laavanya had to say.

"Contrary to what you may think there is nothing of the sort between me and ASR Khushi. Ha tha you and I both know that there has been many women in his life before me and you but there is one thing you need to know khushi."

"Its up to you to believe in my words or not but from the day you walked into his life khushi, ASR has not thought of anyone but you let alone been intimate with anyone. I should know I was the one he was with khushi. He thought of you and nothing but you.

Khushi had no words, she hadn't even expected to have this conversation with Laavanya let alone expect her to say the thing was but something about Laavanyas tone of voice told Khushi that what she saying wasn't pretentious. A part of her really wanted to believe and try to get her head around what she was saying. Whilst Laavanya changed the course of the conversation to something more positive Khushi was caught up in her words perplexed, lost even more as the conversation went on.

"I couldn't believe woh khat padne ke baad bhi tumne ASR ko nahin samaja khushi. Well I guess it doesn't matter any more because you fell for him in the end khushi and I'm happy for you. ASR has a way of ruling peoples hearts khushi that's for sure."

As Khushi and Laavanya hear Hp walk into the kitchen Laavanya thinks its best she leave before ASR finds out of her presence. As khushi thinks back to her Laavanyas words that letter..? how did she know of the letter and why mention it? Khushi thinks back to the day Anjali had visited gupta house to ask for her hand in marriage for her brother she bought along with her a letter addressed to khushi in his hand writing. Khushi assuming it to be some contract with terms of conditions of marriage handed It back to Anjali without even opening it.

Distracted by Hp who walks into the kitchen khushi, pulled from her thoughts passes Hp the glass cup and saucer. "Saab uth gayey hoge une aap yey de ayeyga.?" HP nodding a yes takes the cup from khushi and heads out of the kitchen when a voice from a distance is sounded.

"Agar aap khud yey chote ke liyey le jaati toe behtar hota khushiji"

As always a smile adorned on her face dressed in pale yellow and pink Anjali slowly walks towards khushi whilst khushi feeling a little conscious of her behavior tries to find the appropriate reason as to why she had not taken Arnavs morning coffee to him. "Di..woh..ham"

As khushi struggles for words anjali speaks for her with an affectionate touch on Khushis shoulder.

"Ham samaj te hai khushiji, Aakash ne baatayay kal raat party mein jo hua tha. Kahi arnav ne aapko kuch ??"

Khushi didn't want to worry anjali and so defers from telling her the whole truth.

"Nahin di aisa kuch nahin hai.. Ham theek hai, hame bas aapse kuch puchna tha.."

Anjali happy to hear that their was no problem instantly perks up a little more probably knowing that there was more to it than what khushi was letting on.

"ji, khahiyey naa khushiji"

khushi hesitating a little tries to menion the letter to anjali. "Woh khat joe aapne hame diya jab aap hamare ghar rishta le kar aayi thi. kya woh aaj bhi aapke paas hai di?

Anjali a little confused to what Khushi was talking about catches on after a second or two, that letter Arnav had sent for khushi but khushi had returned it to her unopened.

"hah..actually Arnav ne toe hame woh khat fekh ne ko khaha tha lekin hamne sambhal kar rakha..abhi laate hai." The look of relief on khushis face she thanks Anjali with a smile.

"Thank you di"

Anjali returning from her room after some time with that letter to hand looks around the kitchen area and the lounge but fails to see khushi until her drawer across the staircase. There she is sat at one of the steps, staring into oblivion.

Khushi doesn't notice Anjali until shes feels her take a seat beside her. Thanking her with a smile khushi takes the envelope from her and could tell she was about to say something.

"Khushiji ham kuch keh sakte hai..? Khushi nodding a yes listens.

Aap ke pati jitne saakt maalum hote hai utne hai nahin. Please Arnav ghuse ko dil mat lijyeyga."

Khushi taking on board anjalis words beings to think about what she has said as she gets up to leave but then turns pauses.

"Aur ek baat aur kahe khushiji..aapka rishta, sirf meri nahin unki bhi khwahish thi..toe kuch soch kar hein chunaa hoga aapko hamare bhai ne." Anjalis words before she left Khush to be in her own company surprised her. she'd always thought of there relationship as something initiated by both families and not him.

Wanting the answers to her questions, as khushi looks over the envelope that was addressed in blue pen to her..she puts her fingers across the ink of his handwriting for a moment. It was so very impressionable not like what Anajali had described it to be like at all. Maybe she always recalled the handwriting of her 'chote' rather than the entrepreneur Arnav singh raizada. As khushi turned the Ivory colored envelope to its sealed side and slowly tore up its seal she recalled the first time anjali her handed this.

She hadn't even taken the envelope off anjali assuming that the context of the letter would be some unreasonable contract and terms of their marriage. As khushi takes out an cream colored folded piece of paper out of its envelope she pauses for a moment before revealing what was a letter to her. a mix of Hindi and English perfectly in tune with his own style Khushis eyes begin to tear up as she realizes how wrong she was about him. What she thought would be some awful contract of marriage was his feelings for her, something she never knew of .

Khushi,

I've never written anything of the sort so please bare with me. You probably have already guessed that I'm not the type of person who believes in love yet I have acquired certain feelings for you that are unknown to me. Feelings that I can't explain.. feelings that I think just may be love. Di ne hamesha kaha tha.. ek din ek ladki aayengi..aur use dekhte saaze rukh jayeygi and that will be love but I never believed until now. I think your that girl khushi.

The letter went on further, its contents making Khushi realize that she was too quick to judge him and his intentions. As the words on paper became a deeper reflection of his feelings for her, his simple aspiration for a genuine relationship. Khushi felt her tears fall on to the ink of the letter.

...

Upstairs In Shaantivan as Arnav singh raizada stands before his reflection in the mirror. A tired, unsure, uneasy expression. He'd spent the morning thinking about last night, about Khushi, if she was okay with regret of having reacted with so much anger and internationalism.

The remainder of what looked like eyes that had cried with frustration add to the emotional exhaustion on his face. Anyone would be able to see that Arnav Singh Raizada was far from his normal self this morning. Buttoning the fastenings to his white shirt to go with purple suit he had picked out by chance, he pulls out each end of his collar and as he happens to looks into the mirror he sees khushi standing at the entrance of their room at some distance.

As their lock for a second, a neutral sadness is apparent on both of there expressions, both reading into each others eyes before Arnav lifts his eyes away from the mirror and concentrates on perfecting the knot of his tie. As khushi walks into the room and stops at some distance, the arkwardness in the silence between them focal, his words cut through the silence in the most blunt away. --"What did Laavanaya want?" She wasn't surprised that he knew of Laavanyas visit, he was Arnav Singh Raizada after all nothing got past him that easily.

Khushi too overwhelmed with her thoughts has no answer for his question but as she watches the back of his figure get into his waistcoat and make the last few few fastenings at the front, she has a question of her own. Asking in a close to silent tone, her eyes watching him in the mirror .

"Aap aise kyun hai..?"

"Excuse me!?" Disbelieve at her question in response to his Arnav takes a look up into the mirror and sees her drop her eyes instantly to avoid eye contact and goes back to adjusting his attire.

"If this is about last night khushi.." before he could continue with his words he feels Khushis arms around his back and the weight of her head rest on his shoulders. As he looks up into the mirror he sees her wrapped around his posture. Her tone almost a whisper into the back of his figure, "Hame maaf kardijyey, nahin samaj payay aapko.."

"Khushi??" unaware of what she was referring to seeing that letter in her hands through the mirror reflection and feeling her silent sobbing into his back turns slowly towards Khushi after a moment. Taking sigh of his own as Khushi looks up at him and into his eyes she sees an even deeper sorrow in those eyes of his then her own. Taking her into his arms Khushi finds comfort within his embrace as does he in hers.