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Chapter Fourteen:

Her Insecurities

The moonlight sneaked through the curtains of the small room falling dimly on the small bed that had two occupants for the first time.

Arnav woke up at 2:20 a.m. as he felt something soft against his face. Opening his eyes, he thought that a pillow could not be this soft to be welcomed by a soft skin under his nose. He moved his head back a little to have a better look to realize that his face was buried in her neck and his arms wrapped around her waist. Khushi groaned in her sleep missing the warmth that invaded her for the last few hours. Smiling at that, Arnav could not resist getting back to his previous position inhaling her fragrance deeply, and thinking 'That's why I love this small bed.'

How come that she feels so warm? What is she holding in her hand? Khushi opened her eyes after having a very warm and peaceful sleep. She titled her head to realize that she was holding his T-shirt's collar with the back of her hand in contact with his throat. seeing him sleeping peacefully like this, a wave of tenderness for him captured her being. Her hands voluntarily moved to the hairs on his forehead tucking them back gently before touching the scar over his left eyelid. Softly, she started caressing the spot.

Arnav had been awake since an hour as his body was unable to not respond her movements, but her did not move enjoying her warmth. However, when he felt her fingers caressing the little scar, he opened his eyes with a soft smile fearing that Khushi may get uncomfortable.

"How did this happen?" She asked him still looking at the scar, moving her fingers over it.

Turning fully to face her and keeping her hand over the scar when she was about to take them off, Arnav started to speak. "When I was five, I was running behind Ma to get some laddo. In the rush, I couldn't notice the pillar in front of me that I stumbled at the edge of it hurting myself."

"But..you don't...I mean you are a diabetic."

"It's not that I was born like that...I was diagnosed with diabetes when I was thirteen. I used to love sweets back the."

"But how could you stop yourself from eating them when you love them? I mean it's so difficult. I can't imagine my life without jalebis." Her eyes widened while speaking feeling bad that Arnavji had to face all of this as her hand stopped moving on his eyelid.

"It's fairly easy to deceive our minds, Khushi. Just persuade yourself that you love something and you would react to that, then say that you hate it and then it changes in your eyes. It's all about how we see things around us. I can eat sugar free sweets though." He concluded with a smile knowing how much she loves sweets specially jalebis.

Is this really the way things work? Well, sometimes it is exactly like this. Was her case not the same way? When she convinced herself that he is..., she couldn't think of a bad word for him, but he turned out to be so caring, kind and genuine. Absentmindedly, Khushi resumed caressing the scar while thinking over his words.

Some moments later, her eyes widened in remembrance of something. 'She is angry with him. How could she forget?' She pouted at herself.

Arnav could sense the change in her eyes, so he was alarmed as he felt her moving back attempting to step out of the bed, but he was fast. Holding Khushi's wrist, Arnav pulled her to the bed only to end up on his chest. Khushi closed her eyes instantly at the suddenness of the action.

"Arr..Arnn..." Her voice dried in her throat as she opened her eyes; their faces were millimeters apart. He wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her closer to himself if possible.

"Khushi." She looked at him through her lashes. "Will you stay like this for a moment?" He spoke up his thoughts hopefully.

Arnav was asking her for something for the first time, and she really wanted to do anything for him, but...

"Yes, she managed to say stopping herself from pondering over the matter lest she deny. The next moment, she felt Arnav burying her face under his chin. Mentioning his Ma, made Arnav emotional that he needed her support and warmth the most at the moment, and he knew that Khushi would offer him what he wants if he asked hence he did. Her hands were still on his chest as he engulfed her in his embrace.

'Why was his heart beating this fast?...And what's with the butterflies in her stomach?' Khushi was confused, yet she was felt, strangely for her, good.

"Arnavji, kya hua?" Khushi asked as he loosened his grip on her.

"Nothing," He was ready to share everything with her as he accepted her in his life a long time ago, but he thought of the time to be inappropriate.

Out of nowhere, her mind recalled Di's words on their wedding day.

"Arnav is really a good guy, Khushi Bhabi. I'm not saying this because he is my brother, but because I know him. He has a wide heart. Get close to him, understand him then you'll own him and his heart. He does not speak a lot about his feelings if he is not encouraged especially his pain, he hides them very well when he is hurt."

"You can use the washroom and get ready while I make breakfast," Khushi spoke emotionlessly, her fingers combing her hair.

"Khushi, you shouldn't miss today's classes. You have only to classes. Why don't you attend them?" His voice stopped her as she was about to step out of the room.

"But..."

"I'll stay here till you come. Akaash will handle everything in my absence. Besides it's Friday and you won't be having classes the next two days." He interrupted her, giving no way to her argument.

"Thank you." Thinking over his words, Khushi gave him her best smile before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

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Khushi tried her best to focus during the class, but to some extent she could not; her mind was wandering over the change in hers and Arnav's relationship. Why is he distancing himself from me now? Why does he not tell me anything? What possessed him to hug her like that? And why he didn't tell me? She decided to ask him again, but what if he refused just like this morning?

She tried, really tried hard to not think of those words, but eventually and helplessly she did.

"What have I done to you that you despise me like this?...What have I done to you to get such hatred? Why did you agree to marry me if you don't want me? Why did not you reject the proposal? It would have been easier for...it would have hurt less than what you are doing now..."

"I've tried my best to understand you, communicate with you. I sought for a relationship with you while you never cared. Tumhe koi farakh nahi padtha hai Khushi...koi farkh nahi padtha."

"Fine, I won't disturb you anymore."

As Khushi was done with her classes, she almost dragged Payal with her towards the gate saying that she needed to reach home as Arnav needs to go to work, her in-laws will be there at any moment, as Arnav told her.

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The Raizaadas along with Anjali, Rahul and Priya reached the Gupta house wising Shashi a speed recovery. The visit was a chance to strengthen the bond between the two families as they emerged in free conversation with no formality. Khushi, with some help from Payal, served them some sweets and chai after greeting them excitedly. When they were taking their leave, she noticed that somehow Payal cheeks were red; Khushi shook her head thinking that it might be a cause of the hot temperature. Priya's voice stopped her trance while tucking at Khushi's dupatta asking her to accompany them.

"I missed you Mami. Why aren't you coming with us?"

Before Khushi could speak, Garima butted in. "Yes, Bitya. You have to go to your home now. Your Babuji is fine, and me and jiji are taking care of him." Garima sounded determined.

"Fine, Amma." Khushi approved to her Amma before turning to Nani and spoke, "I need sometime to bring some things from my room. Will you wait for me?" She smiled.

"We're waiting, bitya." Nani replied fondly.

Excusing them, Garima followed Khushi to her room. "I see that your sasural are happy with you. I hope damaadji is happy too. I have full trust in you to make this relationship work," Garima started as she helped Khushi putting some books in her bag. "You have to share everything with him and ask for his opinions always. If you open up to him, he will do the same." Garima added.

Khushi was listening carefully to Amma's every single word with an intention to do just that. As she was done, she turned to hug Garima asking her to take care of herself and Shashi.

"I'll miss you, Amma."

"The woman's home is her husband's after marriage, Bitya. You're always welcome to come and visit us whenever you want for some time. I'm counting on you, Khushi."

"Don't worry, Amma. We are fine. Arnavji is a good man. He cares a lot for me. I'll leave now." Walking beside her mother, Khushi went to bid her Babuji and buaji a goodbye.

"Keep in mind what Garima told you." Shashi said as Khushi hugged him, knowing that his wife had advised her. Khushi just nodded against his shoulder.

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Arnav decided to go to RM first to freshen up and check on his family, then leave to his sasural. Finding no one

in the living room, he went straight to Nani's room. After ten minutes, he decided to go to his room and call Khushi to ask if she needed something. As he opened the door of their room, his hand froze on the door knob seeing Khushi on the bed with a book in her hand. He blinked not believing his eyes. Hearing the sound of the doorknob, Khushi raised her head to see him standing at the door. With a smile, she said, "Good evening."

"You're here?"

Khushi did not expect this question. "Yes. Amma said that Babuji is fine, so I left. and I should stay here being your wife." She replied shifting on the bed.

"I meant why did not you call to inform me?" He corrected himself closing the door and moving inside the room as he tried to ignore his heart rejoice when she said 'Your wife'.

"I thought Nani or Di did." She closed the book.

"Why would they do?" He stood in front of her.

"Because I came with them." She sounded asking more than replying.

"Khushi, I expect my wife to tell me this, not others."

"I expect the same from you," Khushi murmured, but it was loud enough to reach his ears.

"What do you mean?" Arnav tried to sound calm as he sat on the bed opposite to her, his shoulder tensed.

"You don't talk to me but when it's necessary and when I ask you something either you give a monosyllable answer or say nothing." She said looking at her lap feeling vulnerable.

"It's just I did not want to trouble you," Arnav said not knowing the impact of his words, that matched with a conversation they had seven days ago.

"I knew it. You don't want to talk to me. I thought that we're fine now, but you're still sticking to your words." Why was this happening with me now? When I started accepting this relationship and taking steps forward, he is distancing himself and going backwards? As if we are back to nothing, to the square one? With these thoughts, her tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"What are you saying, Khushi?" He tried to hold her shoulders, but she shrugged not wanting him to touch her.

"Do you remember what you said a week ago? That...that you don't want to disturb me anymore?" Khushi asked staring at nothing in particular, her tears flowing down. Just then it dawned to him what she meant. He recalled every word he said feeling guilty, and realizing for the first time its impact.

"Khushi, I'm really sorry for that. It's just that I couldn't tolerate a word against you." She looked at him meeting his eyes for the first time since he entered the room.

Shaking her head, she spoke, "Don't apologize, please. I deserved what you said, but...I want you to talk to me."

"I was not telling you everything because I know that you have enough to worry about. I know how emotional you get nowadays thinking about uncle." He wiped her tears off.

"Still being my husband, you should tell me about anything and everything, right?" She asked him hopefully with a twinkle in her eyes that touched his heart.

"Right." He smiled from ear to ear. "Okay, let me have a quick shower then we'll talk, deal?" She just nodded smiling happily as he stood up then bent to kiss her forehead.

Her gaze followed him as he opened his wardrobe to get his night clothes, thinking of how he said deal naturally. Must be the effect of his work, she giggled silently.

Arnav went to the washroom for a shower knowing very well that it would be a long night.

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I think this is the longest update for the story so far. Hope you enjoyed going through it.

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