IPKKND SS:Lessons in love Thread 1 ch 1-10 (link to new thread pg1) - Page 10

Originally posted by: jagrutid

@ seeta_naips only if he was that sensible... Thank you for reading.
@ Jas0308 I'm writing it as we speak...well trying to dont feel all that creative today..

Originally posted by: jdd1959

I haven't read any of ur work be4, i came across it by looking 4 some new story, N HERE...i came 2 ur story ..

i loved d start of d story, it's looks little different...very much excited 4 next update...

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Hey guys, sorry for the delay and thank you for all the lovely comments on the last chapter, I think this is an SS that it will require a bit of patience to get to its essence so bare with it. Let me know what you think, I've had to rack my brains a lot to get it similar to what I have in mind. its short but i hope you guys will like it. Conversation is more then welcome on my thread, I've got a busy few days ahead please keep me going with your comments and I will be back with an amazing update in a few days. Will try to respond to any questions as best as possible.

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Chapter 2

The doorbell rings at Shaantivan and Hariprakash opens the door to the postman who was being long awaited by Khushi this morning. It was results day and Khushi had been running around all morning chanting "devi maya" nervously under her breath over and over again and now the moment had come. As Khushi is about to open a white sealed envelope containing exam results Anjali looks on in anticipation and gives Khushi a reassuring smile her heart beating as fast as Khushis.

Edgily turning the envelope in her hands Khushi slowly opens the seal takes out the neatly folded letter and turns it around knowing that her result would be on the third half of the document. Reading the term - FAIL - on the statement Khushis eyes begin to tear up as she takes in her misfortune for the second time.

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Aman entering ASR's office post a slight knock at the door of the room takes a seat in front ASR at his desk a leery silence in the room and ASR's bad mood was pretty much apparent to his staff from the moment he waked into the office this morning. Aman braces himself a little before speaking, he had turned up in ASR's office uninvited and without reason. "I know you don't like talking about personal matters in the office but I cant help but notice that you seem disturbed. Forget about her ASR, shes married and so are you." Aman felt some sharp filled with doubt look up at him. His posture easing back into the in the black armchair with authority. The truth was that it was bothering him and without having realized he lets his words slip. Shes hardly ..--- and stops. Aman knew where his words were going.

Aman: "Laavanya..she isn't laavanya..right? "

Arnav didn't appreciate this conversation he had his own take on the situation. "Shes nothing but a teenager.." Reminding ASR of his own decision to marry Khushi.. Amans words turn around Arnavs negative spin on his marriage. Speaking with a sense of ease Aman was simply rewording what Arnavs earlier justification for marrying Khushi. "Isn't that why you chose to marry her in the first place ASR?, innocence is a good thing..every woman is a girl till she is turned..a lady that is.. count yourself lucky...you will be the very first and last man in her life."

Maybe Aman had a point, Arnav Singh Raizada wasn't one to believe in love then what was the point wasting time thinking about Laavanya she was in the past and even though Khushi wasn't comparable to Laavanya or other women he would normally choose indulge in, she was a lady to be and the thought of his role in that transition from a teenage girl to a lady was appealing to the womanizing mind of Arnav Singh Raizada. Not only that but for some reason her innocent, honey comb eyes that locked with his momentarily as she walked into the hospital room wouldn't leave him. His mind was disorientated alright but whenever anyone mentioned her in the slightest he pictured those eyes of hers, why he wasn't quite sure.

His eyes draw to Laavanyas letter of resignation that lay unopened on his desk, address to "ASR"in a neat blue ink, looking at it with a slight feeling of betrayal Arnav is drawn into the recent past.

Flashback:

Storming into a client meeting.. Laavanya had no problem in expressing her disgust. A tabloid paper with news of ASR's alliance in marriage to Khushi flying across his desk and stopping in front of him. Arnav could see the temperament in Laavanyas eyes and knew this was a conversation to be had in privacy. Dismissing his staff amongst them Aman, Arnavs eyes intent upon Laavanya whilst his staff leave the room. Waiting for the room to fall into silence Laavanyas eyes and expression convey rage. "WERE YOU EVER GOING TO TELL ME, ??!!! , or do I not deserve an explanation??!!!, am I not good enough for you??, not good enough for the Arnav Singh Raizada?" - The day you marry her ASR I will leave for good!!!"

His eyes watching her put all her might into fighting him but his words were wrapped in a more smug tone of voice. Getting up from his seat..his poise and behaviour very superior as he walking around his Armchair .. his eyes on in her as if unmoved by her anger. Are you finished.. ?? "Yey joe tum AR chor ne ki baat kar rahin ho Laavanya you and me both know that isn't going to happen ..your lively hood depends on it, you are what you are today because of me Laavanya.. no body will employ you after AR and that you know I'm capable of making sure of.."

He had his way alright, and Laavanya knew she was vulnerable, her home, her mothers heath, her stability today was all because of him and he could take that away in seconds but she was going to stand up for herself. "Aur tume ASR, what if I leave you..?" There was a tense pause in the argument whilst both looked into one another's eyes. Arnav saw Laavanya searching for a man she had tied hopes and feelings to whilst Arnavs eyes showed an intent on having his way, his inner feelings if any were never visible to Laavanya, not even through his eyes. "Go ahead.." was his response.

End of Flashback

Laavanya had done just that, post that day she hadn't shown up to the office, what Arnav assumed was a temporary strop had turned into something very different but why was he thinking of her. The loss was all hers not his. An temperament growing on his eyes as he looked over the envelope, without opening it he tosses it into the waste paper basket his aim as always perfect. Who did she think she was.. ? he was Arnav Singh Raizada, he didn't need her he didn't need anyone..if she could leave him for another man then..he was going to do the same and peruse a relationship with Khushi.

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Later early evening in Shaantivaan as Khushi sits in front of the TV her legs crossed on the sofa, a cup of ginger tea to hand and some biscuits one of which she dunks into her tea whilst her eyes remain on the TV after crying her eyes out on Anjali Khushi was trying to make herself feel better post her disappointment of failing again. Anjali took good care of Khushi, even had Hp make her favourite dishes to help her forget and it seemed to have worked a little yet it still bother her to the extent that she would want to cry at any opportunity.

On the other hand as the office day comes to an close, ASR returns to shaantivan, Hp opening the door his normal routine being to head upstairs and freshen up, doing so his eyes come across Khushi who is sat in the lounge in front of the TV. Arnav catches Khushi in a moment she begins to go shade of embarrassment as the couple on the TV screen begin to kiss, he watches her instantly change the channel, Arnavs expression a little of the disbelieving sort, fair enough she was still young but really?

Asking Hp to send Khushi up to his room Arnav makes his way up the staircase.

Khushi still busy drowning her sorrows in chai, didn't even know of his return until Hp approaches her ... "Arnav saab ne aap ko upar bulayay hai" ("Arnav sir has asked for you." )

Nodding an unsure yes, she was on her way Khushi was very unsure, had she done something wrong, what did he want from her? He never asked for her in this way before..all these questions to mind as she was already in turmoil of her own. Anjali who happens to overhear from the kitchen, and see Khushi talking to to herself walks towards the lounge to make sure Khushi was okay.

"Kya hua Khushiji..?? , aap abhi us exam vali baat ko le kar behti hai, Jaiyey naa..aur.. Arnav ke liyey aap chai lejayega, une atcha lage ga. ("Whats wrong Khushiji are you still thinking about that exam, forget about it and do take Arnavs tea up for him..he will like that. ") Whilst Khushi was plagued by upset of her exam failure and ambiguity of Arnavs call for her Anjali saw potential to push Arnav and Khushis relationship in the right direction and she couldn't have been happier.

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As Khushi balances a mug of tea in her hands normally taken up by Hp, she begins to realize how much of a skill it was to get it upstairs still full to the brim. Having not stopped thinking about her exam and wishing she could change things Khushi had quickly straightened out her appearance, washed her face, she looked nice in a combination of her red and blue dress however the discomposure on her face remained as well as the distress of a student.

She hadn't really entered his room every much before, they had been married just over a week now but she had stayed in the guest room after expressing her concern of being a little intimidated by a new house, new family and such a huge change in her life to naani. It was agreed that Khushi would stay in the guest room until she would settle in and Arnav had no problem with that.

Anjali had taken Khushi up to his room or their'room as she put it a while back when Arnav was away the office, she knew of its layout, its features, the poolside. It all scared her a little at the time and here she was once again stood at the entrance of the same room. The door ajar Khushi could see the back of Arnavs figure talking into his hands free as he seemed to be adjusting the sleeves of his white shirt, underneath the shirt, Arnavs white dressing of the hurt proportion of his left arm and shoulder visible.

Knocking lightly on the surface of the door, Khushi feels him turn towards the door, nodding in approval his eyes take note of Khushi for split second before going back to the conversation at hand. Khushi careful as not to interrupt the conversation or get in the way of the space he was pacing around in whilst talking Khushi walks towards the small coffee table via the green recliner and the room and puts down his drink. Stepping back a little towards the side of the room, the wall behind her, Khushi waits for his conversation to come to an end. Her eyes.. scattering a round the room a little, notice the little details, his blazer hung over the recliner, laptop and paperwork by the coffee table, his room was tidy, wasn't much to look at and so her eyes naturally trail to him. The way he paced up and down a little whilst talking into his hands free, there was a sense of authority, perfection yet abience to the way his words were spoken. His figure tall, dressed in an a more casual version of his grey suit, Khushi felt her eyes following him as he moved around the room. His conversation over the phone complete, Khushi watched him detach the gadget from his ear and throw it to a side on the bed, walk towards the table she had put his tea on and pick it up all the whilst making conversation.

I'm having your things moved into this room, I think you've had long enough time to get used the surroundings.."

Turning to her after picking up his drink..Arnav takes a mouthful of tea from the cup before lowering it from his mouth to look at Khushi who looked like she wasn't paying any attention. "Khushi..?" Hearing her name in his tone of voice, Khushi who was still thinking about her exam jolts out of her trance to come back into the present. She had heard what he was saying but amongst all her thoughts, even when she finally looked into his eyes she seemed blank. Her response a little unsure "Ji.."

Arnavs eyes as ever very sharp make out the doubtfulness on her expression, "Ek aur baat (one more thing) I don't take sugar in my tea.. I'm diabetic "

She knew that, but she still put sugar in his tea?? She must have been thinking straight, frustrated with her own academic failure and now such a silly mistake Khushi cant help but burst into tears..

His expression surprised at her reaction, before he could react Khushi ran out of the room, leaving him perplexed as well as a little annoyed. No one walked away from ASR mid conversation.

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A little later, as ASR is sat in a more casual attire, his white shirt topped with a purple knitwear, happens to be looking over some paperwork when he catches Anjali at the entrance of his room and as he walks closer Khushi stood behind her in a way almost stood as if she was purposely hiding behind his sister. "Di aap,? Kuch kaam tha.?." The way he behaved with his sister was always very different to how he behaved with others, his tone a little softer than the norm.

Anjali who Khushi had confided in about what had happened a while ago insisted that the air should be cleared.

"Arnav woh, Khushiji aap se maafi mangna chahti hai..yun aise chale aane ke liyey."

Arnav who could see Khushi behind Anjalis shoulder, noted the way in which Khushi hid from him, there was sense of fear in her eyes, or lack of confidence even mixed with embarrassment. His words per nature very direct, he looked straight at Khushi trying to make out what it was about her that made him tolerate her. For if it was anyone else he would have blown into rage at the very moment of incident. "I don't like people turning away from me when I am speaking to them, Ayenda se dhyaan rahe" Knowing full well that her brother despised such behaviour and found it disrespectful Khushi had got of lightly and Anjali knew of that. Trying to fight Khushis corner, Khushi hoped to create some compassion in ASR's mind for Khushi. "Woh asal mein Khushiji aapni exam mein fail hue toe thodi udaas hai." That only insighted significant more intrigue in Arnavs mind for Khushis character, his eyes on hers, Khushi could feel him trying to read her mind and something told her he was successful in doing so too. "I'll arrange for some tuition." Arnav examining Khushi's behaviour, his eyes still on her, Khushi is surprised by his response and happens to catch his eyes locked with hers for a moment before looking away. There was something about his presence stopped her from looking into his eyes.

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Her things were now in his room, correction in their' room as ASR worked late night by the poolside Khushi crept into the room and made herself comfortable on the recliner. Taking up space on the bed seemed daunting, the recliner was just fine and by the time he would be done she would be asleep. That was the plan anyway. From where Khushi was lying she had the perfect view of him, sat at the poolside furniture working on something in all seriousness, Khushi watched and wondered. She hadn't a clue about what would be next in her life, she was unexpectedly married, was living a quite conventional married life style until things suddenly took a turn. Why she was unaware of but one thing she was sure of was her insecurity. She heard her classmates gossip behind her desk about her fortune of being Mrs A. Singh Raizada, they wanted to know about him, about their so called relationship questions which she shrugged off tactfully. Khushi hadn't thought about such things, all she wanted to do was pass her exams..something that was much more of a challenge than she had expected. Thinking about things was something Khushi did a lot before going to sleep..and one thing she did give deliberation for the first time other than her studies was the man sat behind the divide from her, a man she had dedicated her life to.

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Morning rays of sunshine, As ASR opens his eyes to warm sunshine and the sound of the water at the poolside, his falling asleep whilst working last night becomes apparent to him. A sharp pain running through his injured shoulder as he eases to the sunlight and surroundings of a new morning

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Meanwhile within his room, Khushi was awake, and in the shower fairly early in an attempt to get out of his way although in her in devours to avoid her husband Khushi forgets her towel out on the recliner with the rest of her clothes, only realizing after switching off the shower and looking towards the towel rail Khushi eye widen animatedly as her blunder. The only thing in the washroom was a white shirt ASR had worn the previous day.

In an attempt to quickly sneak out of the room, pick up her towel and clothes Khushi pops her head out from behind the washroom door to look for the all clear and it was for a second until she took a few quick steps out looked up and found him looking down at her dressed in his shirt.

She was stunned.. how was she going to explain herself, her words understandably more of broken tremor than an explanation but she could feel his eyes upon her, god why did she have to make these blunders. His white shirt now transparent moulding to her slim figure which was more than visible and not to mention appealing to him. The droplets of water on her neck and face still visible, her hair wet in a very sensual way, who said she was too young? Too innocent to be of sexual appeal, he was aroused. Looking at her from head to toe, his oversized shirt stuck to her figure in the most appropriate of places, she pulled it of well he thought. She was slim, attractive, young, her skin becoming more appealing as his eyes trailed down her figure to her to her bare legs..slender, long, of a milky shade. Was she doing this on purpose because it was working, a man who was accustomed to spending his nights in the company of beautiful women had been starved of sexually for days which only enriched his attraction towards Khushi. His eyes flirtatious and yet solemn, Khushi felt her heart pound as his footsteps drew closer and she instinctively stepped back with each of his advances. She felt the need to explain and he watched her do so, her eyes dotting around nervously under his watch. "Woh.. ham towel bahar bhool gayey they.." Inexperience in such matters gleamed from Khushi, she couldn't even look at him, so nervous and self conscious, his suggestive words a riddle to the innocent mind of hers..

"Is that so...?" his advances, made her nervous yet she took his words literally and seemed to look for normal context to them, her eyes confused. "Ji..? ham samje nahin, woh aapki kamiz waha padi thi toe ham... --

His words a little tormented, non the less his attraction towards her a little more ignited by her nave nature. "Never mind mere paas abhi samajane ka vakt nahin hai., (I don't have time to waste on an explanation ), your new tutor will be here at 10am to help you with your revision." Nodding a yes in confirmation, Khushi relaxes a little after he steps away and walks towards the washroom. She had never been so nervous in her whole life, well apart from exam day of course but this was different and even after he had left, she felt his aftershave around her, upon her. ..

Closing the door to the rest room, She had no idea.. at all of what she was doing to him he thought, studying wasn't the only tuition she was going to need, there was no way ASR was going to allow her to arouse him this way and not satisfy his physical needs...

Khushi hated this particular subject and maybe that's why she preformed so bad in it however her concentration levels today were nil, even with the tutor that had been appointed for her. The rest of the family were away for the duration of the week, something purposely planned or not that remained in question.

Khushi spent her afternoon with her new tutor, an middle aged woman, who carried a very teacher type look, short salt and pepper hair, comforting eyes under some half-moon glasses but the woman was sharp she knew when her pupils were half heartidly learning and she had noticed that with Khushi.

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A stressful day at the office, with Laavanya having left the company, not only did ASR have a warth of personal vendetta against her but professional too, his staff continued to talk of her which left him furious. The irriation still lingered as he got home. Anjali had trained Khushi well, as soon as her studying session was over Khushi made sure, HP who was the only other person in the house bar ASR and herself had prepared Arnavs meal and routine cup of tea, as Khushi went on to make sure things were in order in the kitchen, her tutor who was on her way out walked into a rather stressed looking ASR.

Stopping in his tracks, and ending the conversation with Aman to speak to Khushi's lady tutor ASR introduces himself yet the nature of the conversation turns a little serious when Khushis lack of attention during her studying is mentioned to ASR.

Pacing up and down the floor of his room, ASR's business worries were building, the Bluetooth in his ear sounding Amans voice of reason and concern for a boss and a friend "Look ASR, maybe take some time out, relax, work can wait. Arnav agreeing to that, takes away his Bluetooth from his ear and slips it into his trouser pocket. There were only two things that relieved ASR from blowing his mind, one of them was time spent with his di and the other was his nights with Laavanya neither of which he had in his life at the moment but what he did have in his life was Khushi. She had walked in perfect timing to his thoughts although that wasn't apparent to ASR straight away. He watched her knock on the surface of the door, walk into with his evening meal ..and put it down on the table by the recliner.

As soon as her posture straightened from putting the tray down, she was overshadowed by him and his words from a distance.

" Your tutor tells me you weren't paying attention during your session today, aur agar aise hein chalta raha toe tum phir se fail ho jaaonge." (if you carry on this way you will fail again. ) "Now listen to me carefully Khushi tumara naam mujse jooda hai Arnav singh raizada se aur mujse judi koi bhi cheeze fail ho woh mein bardash nahin karunga, is that understood.?" ("Youre name is now linked with mine Khushi, with ASR and I wont tolerate failure be accredited to my name.") Khushi nodding a yes , didn't know what to say, the truth was she was distracted today. He didn't expect a response, the yes would have been enough but Khushi continued to speak. "Ham aapke bare mein soch rahe they .." (I was thinking about you.) His eyes in pure disbelief did she not no when slience was enough?

Aaj subha jo aap..baat adhuri chor gayey they uske baare mein soch te rahe.. (I was thinking about the explanation you didn't have time for this morning.) Arnavs eyes looked down at her trying to make out why she would want to respond this way was she for real? No one spoke to ASR this way, even if she was being her nave self.

Arnav watched Khushi pick up his white shirt that looked as if it had been washed, and freshly ioned, she passed it to him and it stayed in her hand in midd air. hamne aapki kamiz ..doh kar press kar di hai.. ayenda se aisi galti nahin karenge. (Ive washed and ironed your shirt, I will make sure I will not make the same mistake again.) Arnav simply watched her, he had never had someone behave this way with him, her eyes lowered the shirt still drawn towards him in mid air.

As Khushi waited for him to take the shirt, she heard his firm voice ask for the most unusual of things/

"Pehen ke aaon" (Go put it on..) his eyes demanding she do as is asked of her Khushi looks up at him in confusion "Ji..?" but he only repeats himself.

"Phen ke aaon" (Go put it on..)

He had touched her in ways no one had before..in ways she didn't even know existed and now there was a slight blush in her expression, insecurity and anxiousness in her heart every time she lay eyes on him. Her innocence simply abiding by her husbands desires and in turn learning all there was to know about the physicality of love. Khushi spent her day studying under guidance and her nights spent under her husbands tuition of more mature pleasures life had to offer.

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