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Chapter Eight

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She stared at the computer in shock, uncomprehending.

There was no way he could be... could there?

She recalled his determined defense of IFaraq69 for not updating, his knowledge on Indian soaps that seemed too vast for someone who claimed to hate them. He was always cribbing about how he would have written it differently.

"Yes. You would have. They were already realizing their love. That night on the terrace, Kabir could have confessed to Aditi in stilted words that he has feelings for her. They could plan the wedding, Dadi could reveal that Kabir's dad and Aditi's aunt had an affair. Kabir could drive around angrily, but then show up and freak everyone out with his speech on nafrat... and then tell her he wants to marry her. Wedding happens. Flash forward to baby. Serial done."

She paused, letting the memory sink in.

That was almost exactly the plot of Illusions.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Arnav really is IFaraq69.

Her heart slammed against her chest when she realized all that she had said to IFaraq69.

IFaraq69: Was he... a good kisser?

Happyness: What?! How could you ask something like... yes. He was.

She groaned, putting her head into her hands. Arnav knew that Happyness' was her.

Why hadn't she ever realized it before?

She had rambled on and on about Illusions numerous times, and he had even made fun of her for picking such a stupid' username.

She glanced over at the person sleeping peacefully beside her, his arm tossed over her. She could feel the warm feeling bubbling up again, the instrumental playing up in her head.

Warm... fuzzy... fuzzy socks...

"You do give me fuzzy socks feelings and make me hear Khuda Ve, Khushi Kumari Gupta."

A wicked, speculative gleam entered her eyes as she recalled the memory, trying to ignore the fuzzy socks that were steadily growing larger and softer in her heart.

Two could play that game, Arnav Singh Raizada.

***

"Munda kamaal hai, munda kamaal hai, munda kamaal hai, munda!"

"Oh munda!"

The music faded away, leaving Kabir on one knee in front of Aditi, asking her "officially" to marry him. Arnav heard a happy sigh coming from Khushi, who had a dreamy smile on her face.

"I cannot believe you are swooning over that."

She turned to him with a fierce glare, reducing the volume as a loud commercial came on.

"Hey! It's adorable!"

"He was dancing with a towel between his legs."

"It was romantic!"

"What rubbish. If you really love someone, you shouldn't have to tell them. They should know."

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as if she had lost all hope for him.

"You don't understand."

"What don't I understand?"

"Even if you know someone loves you, it's nice when they do a grand gesture to show you. Like buying you roses spontaneously... or setting up a candlelight dinner... or taking you on a dream vacation... or serenading you from a balcony like-"

She abruptly halted when she turned a dreamy face to Arnav, who was looking at her disgustedly.

"You can't actually want someone to serenade you. What if they suck at singing?"

"It's the thought that counts! See, even though Kabir didn't believe in it, he did it because Aditi wanted him to. He loves her so much!"

She sighed happily, her eyes glassing over.

"I repeat. He's dancing with a towel between his legs."

"So? He looks damn hot doing it. You're just jealous."

Arnav snorted, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Jealous? The only thing that's worse than... that, is that GIF of him wearing Superman boxers dancing on the table."

"For the record, he still looks hot doing that."

"Oh yeah, really hot. He looks like a prepubescent teen who doesn't yet know how to handle his alcohol."

Her mouth fell into an indignant o', and Khushi's glower intensified.

"How dare you say that! He's got abs. You wish you had a body like his."

"He should put that towel to good use next time and do a silhouette revealing his narrow hips' like Ranbir. Then they can leak that video too, and all the fangirls will swoon so much that it won't even matter if the movie doesn't release."

Khushi's eyes narrowed, a glint entering her eyes. Arnav looked at her warily, not liking the mischievious look on her face.

"What?"

"How do you know about Superman boxers anyway?"

Arnav shifted uncomfortably in his seat, pushing his glasses up his nose as he turned back to the computer screen.

"Di told me."

"She told you about Superman boxers?"

Khushi sounded incredibly suspicious, and Arnav grew even more uncomfortable.

"Yes. Why?"

"Because no phanki would ever want to address that GIF."

Arnav swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.

"I... she just did, okay?"

Khushi opened her mouth to respond, but the advertisement ended, and she turned back to the TV, her eyes focused on the screen.

Arnav sighed with relief. She had come entirely too close to discovering the truth with his minor slip. The readers of Illusioned had started to use that dratted GIF, and his eyes were suitably scarred from it.

He couldn't deny that it was a little bit amusing.

Just a little bit.

The sight of Bunny Singhania, on a table in Superman boxers, was absolutely priceless. The character of Kabir Raichand would be suitably horrified at the mere idea of it.

His eyes slipped back to her, her eyes shining with delight as she watched yet another episode.

He should have been annoyed that she was taking away his newshour.

But she just looked so... cute.

She was biting her lip, her cheeks flushed with excitement even though she had seen this a million times. They were doing a "Best of Kabiti" marathon, and every single episode was one for the phankis.

He had watched in fascination as she would lean in, as if she too were a part of the "sizzling" chemistry the pair had on screen. Every eyelock, every dramatic blow of wind, every Khuda Ve seemed to be felt by Khushi too.

A soft breeze seemed to blow through the open window as he watched her, engrossed in the marathon going on. He heard the familiar strains of the windchimes, his gaze focused only on her as she broke into a delighted smile when Kabir touched his ear gently, with Aditi mimicking the motion.

The rude burst of commercial music jolted him out, the wind stopping as suddenly as it had started. Arnav shook his head, turning determinedly back to the screen in front of him.

If he was subjected to that show any longer, he would end up as crazy as she was.

He glanced at her once again, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he heard her faint humming to a jingle.

Pagal hai, par cute hai.

...

Wait what?

I mean, I want to mute it. The TV. Yeah. Mute.

Stupid show.

***

Later that night, Khushi snuck a glance at Arnav, who was typing furiously on his laptop.

Maybe he was on Desh Forums...

She quickly logged on, surreptiously glancing at him from time to time.

It was time for some revenge.

***

Happyness: Are you lesbian?

IFaraq69: WHAT?!

Happyness: "I gently reach out, pulling her arms away from her chest before placing a tender kiss between her breasts. I lift my gaze up to hers, taking her lips in a gentle, slow kiss. Khushi...'"

IFaraq69: ...

Happyness: I mean, I have no problem if you are. But you can't blame a woman for being curious.

IFaraq69: I am not lesbian.

Happyness: So you're just randomly fantasizing about this Khushi'?

IFaraq69: I don't fantasize'. I was... er... talking to her while I wrote.

Happyness: What bull. Everyone fantasizes.

IFaraq69: I don't. And not about Khushi. Of course not. That would be utterly ridiculous.

Happyness: No, of course you never would.

IFaraq69: I don't appreciate that tone.

Happyness: I'm agreeing with you. What could possibly bother you about that?

IFaraq69: That... tone! Don't say it that way!

Happyness: Alright.

IFaraq69: I'm not lesbian, okay? I'm a guy. Not that there's anything wrong with being lesbian.

Happyness: ... so you're gay?

IFaraq69: What the- where do you get these ideas from?!

Happyness: Only gay guys write fanfiction; everyone knows that.

IFaraq69: Way to stereotype.

Happyness: You know it's true.

IFaraq69: No. I don't fit under the little umbrella of sterotyping you're holding up.

Happyness: So who is this Khushi? Do you have feelings for her? Have you told her that you fantasize about her while you write sex scenes?

IFaraq69: That's preposterous.

Happyness: You use really large words when you're lying.

IFaraq69: "I don't fantasize about Khushi" is not a mendacious statement.

Happyness: And... you just proved my point.

IFaraq69: It's not like it matters anyway, okay? She's more interested in that damned man that makes me hear a badass guitar riff and makes her sneeze. He doesn't even know she's allergic to chrysanthemums!

Happyness: I think a leeetle green eyed monster is coming out...

IFaraq69: I am not jealous. What does she see in him anyway? He's a pretentious bas***d. He doesn't do anything but brag about himself. Why can't she see that? She just blushes and giggles and twirls that damned piece of strawberry citrus hair and makes that stupid piano riff come back. She could do so much better.

Happyness: Piano riff?

IFaraq69: See, there's another reason I could never like her. Because whenever I'm around her, I hear that utterly idiotic piano riff from that harebrained KDHI.

Happyness: You hear it too?

IFaraq69: Too? You hear it as well?

Happyness: Er... I'm always... you know... humming it...

IFaraq69: Yes. Well. My medulla hums it whenever she's around. Damned woman gets that song stuck in my head all day, all because she's always watching that TV show. Hmph. Khuda Ve my foot. What a fatuous show.

Happyness: ... you do realize that you write fanfiction on it? That makes you a phanki.

IFaraq69: Oh no no. I am not a phanki. I write fanfiction because the plot is so contrived and ridiculous that I couldn't take it anymore. I had to rewrite it for my sanity.

Happyness: Right. *DeshForums rolling eye emoji*

IFaraq69: You know who that man is like? Nagaraj. She even said so herself! Granted, she was drunk and delirious. But she said I reminded her of Kabir, and that... bumblehead reminded her of Nagaraj with his beady eyes.

Happyness: I thought you didn't care?

IFaraq69: Er... I don't. I just. You know.

Happyness: You know? Why does it matter to you, IF69?

IFaraq69: Because... it just does, okay? It matters!

Happyness: But why?

IFaraq69: Because

Happyness: Because you...?

IFaraq69: Nevermind.

IFaraq69: She sings trashy music out of tune. She can't cook to save her life. She steals all the blankets and snores so loudly that I can hear her in the other room. She cries over a daily soap with my Buaji and Di. She talks incessantly. She's naive and believes that everyone is kind and sweet. She secretly reads trashy romance novels. She loves the roses and candles and giant declarations of love, even though it's utterly unrealistic. She always makes a mess of the kitchen. She's bubbly, takes forever in the bathroom, and will eventually drive me insane with her antics.

Happyness: ...

IFaraq69: See? I have no feelings for her at all. Except for annoyance.

Khushi sank back against the pillow, glancing back at Arnav. Her stomach sank, an odd, lead like feeling settling in the bottom. It felt as if someone was squeezing her heart, painfully constricting.

His eyes were blank, his face inscruatable as he looked at the screen.

He sighed heavily, hesitating over the keyboard.

Then he quickly typed, and hit enter, before shutting his laptop and hastily exiting the room.

A notification box blinked on her screen, alerting her of a new message.

IFaraq69: I hate doing the dishes. But I do them. Because she hates doing it.

***

Note: And that's where I'll leave you for today! It's a little bit of a different format than what I usually write in- I hope you enjoyed it! A small clarification- he does not know she knows 😆

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Love always,

Choti

All ready for the update... bring it on lil sis!!!

Res

It was really interesting the way they would be messaging each other, I loved the fact that Khushi finally found out!

Update soon :)

Res 😉
Edited.

And with that last message he left her feeling that fuzzy sick feeling growing in her heart and her medulla singing KDHI rather than she humming it.

Did Arnav really not for a sec realized eh at Khushi was doing with all the msgs. She gig it all out with thorough proves that he is IF69 and definitely has feelings for her. Even the littleee green eye monster to showed up.

Btw what was that superman boxers and dancing on the table. I'm imagining ASR than KB.

Awesome update.

hai, what a different concept, love it. brilliant chapter..