Author Notes: Starting from this chapter, until ArShi's SR, all chapters are dedicated to my friend Nishu who is taking a very big step in her life. Congratulations Nishu and life is going to be beautiful, if you enjoy bitter and sweet moments equally. God Bless Ya! Muaahh.
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Arnav Password: For those who couldnt get it, his password is FreakingWork. He just twisted the chars, like his crooked brain. 😆😆😆
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She wiped her tears and spoke emotionally, I love the way you always make me feel special.
Because YOU are special.
You know Arnav, I never got so much attention from anyone like this. Not even from my parents.
He listened to her carefully, attentively and he understood her voice is cracking up. He got up from the bed, put on his Versace Hoodie and walked out with his car keys and shoving wallet in his pockets. He left the house turning on his bluetooth as she continued to speak her heart out.
I was very young when papa sent me to London. I dont even know what my age was but I believe I was very young. I was sent to Buaji who is social worker in London.
He paid attention to her every word, filled with nothing but pain, as he started the engine.
Whats that sound? She asked becoming alert hearing the car sound.
Nothing important, I am listening, continue. He drove as fast as he could and sped her way.
No, I was just saying that, I missed my parents when I was young. Since they settled in Mumbai, they couldnt come to meet me often. They weren't there to attend my sports day, annual functions. I used to envy other kids. My parents never came to pick me up or drop me except when they were in town.
He gulped trying to swallow her pain. No one would understand that better than him. He felt the same vast emptiness in his life when he earned his first paycheck, when he bagged his first project, when he turned 20, when he bought RM back. His family wasnt there to cheer for him, to support him, but he came through. He always thought he is the only loner in the entire world, and God has been unfair only to him but after he heard her, he understood her pain and loss was no less than his.
Unable to say a word, he acknowledged her with his just Hmmm.
She continued resting herself against the headboard, I was very lonely Arnav. She went silent as tears trickled down her cheeks to her throat. Those words broke him reminding him his 8 years, how difficult it is living life with no one around, with no driving force, he muted his bluetooth as his heart humped convulsively in pain and his throat made the feeble sounds of sobs, he stepped up the gas to reach her, to hold her, to shower his love, to assure her that he is always with her, to promise her that she will never go through that again.
Buaji is very sweet but she couldnt fill in for my parents. I craved for attention all my life. I topped my school, every class, every subject not because I was nerd, I wanted people to notice me. I used to feel sad that no body found me interesting. No guys tried to approach me because everything I did to gain attention turned against me. They thought I am nerd and speak only books. My classmates used to talk to me only if they needed my notes. All my teachers used to praise but my parents were not here to see how good their daughter was in studies.
Arnav could see his own life in her words. She did the same thing what he did but at much younger age than him. After his parents death, he left no stone to make himself in the business news, to gain everyone's attention. People approached him not for what he is, but for what he has and owns.
What he didnt understand is that the fact that he paid huge price for 8 years for letting her go away from him when they were separated as kids. The end of her loss became the beginning of his grief.
Since its early hours and no traffic and thanks to his Maserati, he made to her home in 20mins. Without even turning off the car, he got off the car and ran to the entrance and rang the bell impatiently. Since Khushi's bedroom was way behind the house, she didnt hear the bell going on loudly.
Garima opened the door sleepily cursing who the hell is disturbing them.
He said Khushi? looking around the house. His eyes were red, raged and equally moist. Garima looked confused thinking what he was doing at that time, she stepped back to allow him inside and before she could ask him anything, he already forwarded his strides towards to Khushi's room.
Chote? Garima called shocking him. Its been 8years since he heard someone calling him like that. He turned back looking perturbed. How does she know that? Oh thats right, friends! He thought as his gaze then shifted to Shashi who came out tying his robe. But as he heard his lady sniffling over the phone, his face turned red disgusted to see her parents. He took sharp turn ignoring them and rushed to Khushi's room.
Garima looked at Shashi worriedly, while he blinked his eyes assuring her.
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THUMP... He opened the door harshly and stood at the door calling her softly, Khushi!
She got startled and looked up to see him in his worst state. His eyes red, moist and his body looked tired and exhausted. Her eyes turned from shocked to confused and finally looked at him fondly, as if she was waiting for that moment. She covered her mouth with her palms unable to believe what she is seeing and sobbed quietly.
She looked impaired, fragile, and incapable. His heart shattered as guilt enveloped him for keeping her away from him. He advanced 2 long strides, and pulled her into his tight embrace sitting by the edge of the bed. She still had her mouth covered and sobbed uncontrollably on his chest shaking her head in disbelief.
He rubbed her back, brushing her hair, he whispered, Main ab aagaya hoon. [I am now here] Dont you cry, please. She cupped his face and sat on his lap pecking his neck and his face hungrily. He closed his eyes and hugged her waist tightly and allowed her to do whatever she wanted. The pace and passion behind her kisses showed how much she missed him and how much he made her suffer one night. She stopped, realizing how she is attacking him and how he is silently obliging to her mental state. She inched back and met his eyes and pushed him angrily. But he didnt allow her to step back just like the way she always wanted and expected him. She struggled to push him but he pulled her closer possessively tightening his grip. She slapped him punishing him for staying away from her.
He opened his eyes filled with tears and spoke apologetically, SORRY.
Her heart melted as his tears escaped patting her palms, she lowered her heard crying.
Aaj bahut ruladiya haina? [I made you cry alot today, isnt it?] He asked lifting her chin up.
She nodded Yes with her downcast eyes.
He kissed slurping her tears at the base of her chin and brushed his lips moving all the way upto to her eyes kissing the drops off of her lashes.
I had no idea you had so much buried in yourself. He smooched her lips, his voice slightly cracking up feeling emotional.
I wanna know EVERYTHING about you and I will wait for the day you open up willingly. But when you do, I want to be with you, holding you, assuring you that I will always be with you. My heart breaks hearing you cry when we are miles apart.
She blinked at him slowly lost in his every word, as tears slowly made their way out.
Cupping her face with his one hand and caressing her cheek with his thumb, he spoke softly assuring her what she exactly wanted to hear, in fact what every woman would like to hear from her husband,
If I understand you correctly, I think you are holding up yourself as this is related to your parents, which totally makes sense as you dont want me to go bitter against them. I am OK with that and will wait for the day you are ready to make me part of your inner pain. I understand it takes time which I am ready to give you as long as you need.
She stared at him blankly, trying to understand how he could be so tolerant with her.
He continued, I cant guarantee that I will react normal with your parents as I dont know what happened with you or what you went through entirely but I promise to make your life better, give everything you deserve, and fulfill every single wish of yours. I will make sure you DEMAND from your life without surrendering to people or situations, and there will absolutely be no compromise in that. Thats Arnav Singh Raizada's promise to you. A promise of life from your husband.
That moment she knew, she got the answers she has been searching all her life. Arnav, can I ask you something? She asked feeling overwhelmed and her voice trembling.
Poocho.
Take me to our home, to our room, to our bed. Take me away from everyone. I just want to be in your arms as I show you something important.
Kya?
Ghar pe dikha doongi. [[I will show you at home.]]
He smiled kissing her forehead and wiped her face. Lets go! He put her down on her feet. As she slipped her feet into flats, thats when he realized what she was wearing and he stopped breathing momentarily.
He absentmindedly uttered, What the? Are you kidding me?
She looked at him what he was referring too and she shyly tried to cover herself with her tiny hands, unsure what to cover.
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Is this what you wear here? He asked looking at her exposed long legs, particularly her thighs. She slapped his shoulder breaking his trance.
Feeling shy with the way he is literally drooling over her skin, ignoring his question, she moved to her cupboard to wear something else as she is not dressed properly to step out.
He followed her like puppy checking her out in all directions from head to toe.
Why the hell dont you wear such things at home?
Dont ask stupid questions as if you have seen all my collection in a single night we spent together.
Correction 2 nights! But whatever I saw, they looked like grandma night gowns, no offense to grandmas though. She punched him in his tummy.
They are not that bad, they stopped at knees.
Still, pretty long compared to these dont you think. He tried to touch the rim of her silk shorts.
She stepped back, slapping his palm.
So you have like these at our home?
She folded her arms at her midriff and gave him warning stare raising her eyebrows.
He continued relentlessly as he felt restless to know the answer, Tell me, did you bring along these or possibly smaller than these? He asked with naughty smile, feeling the softness of her satin chemise ends between his fingers.
Arnav kuch to sharam karo. We are in my parents house.
I am just asking not making out. He drawled his words dramatically and pulled her to teach her some lesson, slipping his hands underneath her chemise, playing his fingers on her waist. I need to raid your wardrobe once we get home. He whispered biting her ear.
Isssh, Arnnnaav? She hissed in pain and tried to push him. Kitna besharam hote jaa rahe ho? Chodo mujhe jaane do [You are becoming very naughty, leave me, let me go]
If you wear anything lengthier, even a cm more than this, to bed, I swear I am going to tear those clothes. I am not kidding.
Shaitaan banchuke ho tum! Shaitaan [You have become shaitaan], She said blushing profusely and smiling at her naughty husband, pushing him away.
He smirked checking her out as she walked into her bathroom blowing a kiss.
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Shashi, its been while, why dont you find out whats the matter?
Garima, they are wife and husband, let them deal themselves. He said settling himself on the couch.
But the way he went inside, he looked upset and angry. I hope he doesnt harm Khushi.
That he will never do. Anyway, now that its already 5:30 why dont make coffee for everyone.
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While Khushi was in the bathroom, Arnav checked out her room keenly. It looked like normal room nothing fancy or dramatic or anything typical like how a girls room should be. He remembered his sister collecting all chocolate wrappers, friendship bands, greeting cards, and so many gifts. He found nothing of that sort in her room. He wondered if its because she crossed that stage or if she had any friends at all other than Payal, Akash. He found her childhood photo framed and placed on top of her bed side table. She looked stern, serious, and sad. There was no happiness contrary to her name. He ran his thumb on her face remembering what she said, I was very alone Arnav. He kissed the photo and put it back mentally promising himself to make everything better for her.
She came out in her casuals and smiled, I am ready, Lets go!
He took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles, Do you have any childhood photos that we can take home?
Very few. Nothing important to really take home. But do you mind if I bring my parents photo.
He nodded NO. Go get it. Do you mind if we take this photo? He asked referring to the photo hung by the wall.
No I dont want to be sad in our home. That looks so depressed. I would rather not take it.
He rubbed her back, Lets go, home is waiting for you! And they walked out hand in hand.
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As they walked outside, Shashi was reading through something and Garima was about to turn to get coffee for everyone. As Arnav continued to walk without acknowledging them, Khushi tugged his hand, stopping him.
Shashi saw couple coming out but he acted as if not bothered, as if Arnav didnt exist there at all. Khushi observed both men and didnt like the way they showed their back to each other. She called her mom to say that she is leaving but she was interrupted by Arnav, Khushi, I will wait in the car. Make it fast!
He left her hand and walked towards exit. He stopped at the door and turned around to look at Khushi. He then shifted his gaze to Garima, ignoring Shashi as if he didnt exist there and spoke, Sorry for stopping without notice and for bothering you at odd hours. I will be careful next time. He walked out. Khushi smiled at him proudly after all he did what he did to save her from questions, leaving all his ego and bitterness aside. There was another person who smiled as well. That was Shashi smiled thinking Pagal hain yeh ladka, typical Raizada.
Khushi bid her parents bye and thanked Shashi particularly for not being rude or having grudge on Arnav after happened on their wedding night. Their parents didnt feel the need to ask her any questions as they felt its none of their business, until she opens up.
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The drive to home was pretty much silent each thinking same thing about each other, Parents and how their life is twisted. She leaned on to his shoulder while he drove home.
As they reached home, Arnav tried to open the door but it was locked from inside. They both exchanged looks as they both didnt have keys with them. Arnav called security wondering who locked the door and who is inside. Just in meantime, Kaka opened the door and greeted them.
Kaka, aap? Khushi asked with shocked expression.
Kaka was happy to see the couple but they looked distress as if something bothering them. And what surprised Kaka was the way Khushi behaved like total stranger. In her usual self, she would have jumped to see him.
Arnav looked at her all amused, standing silent behaving like stranger to Kaka. He understood there is something thats not right. Something she is desperate to let it out.
Aap kaise hain? When Kaka nodded Fine, Arnav took Khushi hand and walked away not before saying, We will catch up later. We will be sleeping for few hours. Please dont forward any calls.
Kaka looked worried as they walked away.
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