50 Shades of Arhi | Part 12/50 updated | September 20th - Page 11

Originally posted by: chavvi16

really you dont know why she was craving for mangoes
damn for a business tycoon he sure is thick
man aman knew too why khushi wanted mangoes
dude your wife is hatke so she wanted to tell you about her pregnancy in different manner
no harm is there
hmmm citrus smell huh
did he just kiss a stranger who he just met
well that was interesting
this is how arhi met huh
awww so cute they had their kid
and now in preps for next one already arnav
that was so cute

"KHUSHI!!", she heard it again but didn't reply. A few seconds later a pair footsteps descended down the stairs and stopped near the couch area, "Khushi I've been calling you since so long can't you hear me?!" Arnav gritted through his teeth trying not to lose his temper in front of the family. The others looked between the two knowing there must've been something wrong and it's best if they don't interfere.

"Khushi beta why don't you go up with Chotte and see what he needs," Nani told her, to which Arnav turned back around and headed up while Khushi nodded to Nani and followed him up.

"How can you talk to me like that in front of the family?" she asked once entering the room.

"Well you were the one that wasn't listening the first time," he retorted with his back towards her and walked to the cupboard to get something.

"What do you want from me?" she asked annoyed. He walked back to her and thrust a package in her hands.

"What's this for?" she asked with a confused look and examined the wrapped box.

"It's your birthday present," he replied.

"I don't want anything from you," she bit back throwing the package on the bed and turned to leave, but he caught her hand and pulled her back, "I didn't ask for your permission to accept it or not," she struggled trying to get out of his hold but he just held her tighter. Picking up the box he gave it to her again, "At least open it," he said letting her go.

Khushi looked back glaring at him, the nerve of this man, she ripped open the wrapping not caring about it getting ruined and he watched as she did so, her face filled with anger. Inside she found a beautiful sari, it was a burnt orange and red color, like saffron, but she wasn't going to let him know that she liked it, "I don't want it," she told him.

"But I chose it for you!" he bit back running a hand through his hair. Why was she so adamant on always making him angry. He had chosen it himself hoping that maybe it would be able to make up for the bag scenario earlier, "And it's red," he added.

"So what should I do if it's red?" she asked crossing her arms across her chest.

"It's my favorite color," he told her, not knowing why he even shared that with her.

"Then maybe you should be the one to wear it if you like it so much," she answered back throwing it on the bed and stomping out.

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