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A really nice story, u know feel good type. Loved reading this. Hope u update soon.

Here we go guys i've pulled this together very quickly so I hope its okay, sorry for keeping you waiting but just busy busy.. please leave you comments and I will get back to you all at the end of the day..

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Chapter 4

To him she looked good in every outfit she tried on, not that Khushi would share that opinion of course. She like any girl was very skeptical about her choice even if she was just trying to pass the time.

Stood on that ladder outside in the corridor ASR who finds himself a little lost as Khushi asks for her opinion on her dress remains still very much in a day dream even as she tries but struggles to unfasten the dress. She much rather do it on her own but she had no other option .nor was she going to get out of the dress without it being unfastened and nor was she able to reach.

ASR didn't think much of it she looked like she was struggerling and he was happy to help but he could see Khushi was very awkward about it so instead of waiting for her to ask he decided to help.

Walking down the ladder and up behind her he took her by surprise as she saw him in the mirror fixing the problem she had silently being brewing over.

Stepping away straight away as to not make her feel out of place.. Khushi thanks him and leaves for the washroom to change and Aman times his call perfectly and very luckily in time with Khushis departure which means ASR can pick up the call without too much worry.

Aman was straight to the point something he had to be when his boss left him on his own to run his empire whilst he ventured the world and now he was back he was going to make use of him.

"ASR you need a hair cut, a shave and a dry-cleaned suit before 8pm. The dress code is formal, and event starts at 8pm just make an appearance that's all."

Aman knew his boss come friend very well, he had just returned from his vacation he was definitely still in holiday mode he didn't want to talk business nor attend any event for that matter but this was important for the world to see Arnav Singh Raizada once in a while.

ASR put all Amans words together and guessed that there was something he had to attend unable to respond due to Khushi coming out of the washroom ASR quickly cuts the call for a second as he sees Khushi walking into the room and decides to create a situation that will buy him some more time in his room.

Wiping his paint ridden hands on one of his shirts Khushi had ironed and left hanging he would have killed anyone who would do such a thing with his expensive tailored shirts but it was acceptable in this situation.

Then of course pointing it out to Khushi on purpose who takes it very seriously indeed. Her eyes expressive and her mouth forming into a very noticeable "O"out of sheer disbelief. Looking at the ruined shirt and then at ASR who was definitely the culprit. "Yey kya kiya aapne!!! Yeah kaise nikle ga ..? aur agar nahin nilka toh..." (What have you done?! And how is going to come off and what if it doesn't??!!!!)

It meant to be a distraction and it certainly was but he had no idea the lady was going to react this way. Trying put in a rational word to calm her a little he didn't get very far.

"Its just paint.."

"CHUP BILKUL chup aap ...waha jaake khade rahiyey.. !! Jayey.."

("Shushh!! Not a word, you go stand over there...over there ...")

She pointed to the furthest corner of the room so the DIY man couldn't do any more damage to anything around him ASR felt like a school boy being told off.

A little surprised by the sudden fieriness in the girl ASR backs off standing in the corner as Khushi warns him. Watching her eye him to make sure he stays there she takes the shirt out of the room in a hope to salvage.

His intention of getting the room to himself had worked out perfectly well and as soon as Khushi was out of the room there was certain mischievous smile waiting to express it self, whatever this situation was It created some very light moments that weren't usually apart of ASR's life.

Walking towards his wardrobe dialling Amans number so the conversation they were having could be finished. ASR browsing his array of suits as Aman continued where they had left off. Even though ASR had a dislike for attending these events Amans tone of voice made ASR feel guilty for leaving everything to him whilst was gone.

"You can leave as soon as you shake hands with a couple of people take a few pictures but there's one more thing ASR.. you need a date, have you got someone in mind or should I.." There was normally two options either Aman would pay an AR employee to accompany the boss or ASR would take a friend both of them were fictional' dates pure formality. Normally Arnav didn't have to think twice about it but on this occasion he seemed to contemplate. "Leave it with me.. and Thank you Aman. Ending the call ASR put a suit in front of his posture and took a look in the mirror, it was probably about time he tided up his appearance.

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Out in the garden with a view of the shirt hanging out to dry, a newspaper and a cup of tea . Khushi had barred ASR to the garden after that paint stunt of his. He had a couple of hours till he had to prepare for the evening and so their was no harm in sitting out in the garden for a while but even ASR didn't think his nani and Di would all of a sudden return and of course take the route into the house across the garden.

"Arnav!! Aap wapas kab aayey???!!" ("Arnav when did you get home!")

Turning his head to see his sister and nani wheeling behind them small suitcases and looking rather shocked but happy to see him ASR can't help but smile "Di..!!"

As enthusiastically as Anjali approaches Her brother he too shoots up to give his sister a hug.

For a moment it was just joy to see one another and then the questions started.

"Aap ki flight toh atchi rahin naa..?" (you did get here okay didn't you? )

"Aur aap yaha bahar aise kyun bethe hai..?" "(why are you sitting outside anyway??")

The latter of Anjalis questions were quite difficult to answer but nani's want for her grandson's attention was timed rightly.

In all this non of them had noticed Khushi who had witnessed all of this from a distance and was rightfully confused by all she was seeing. A comfortable chirpy expression that had walked towards the garden after hearing Anjalis voice soon looked stunned. Arnav Singh Raizada..? he was Arnav Singh Raizada ??

It was only when Anjali noticed Khushi at the doors of the garden and lounge divide was she aware of her presence. Khushiji.. Anjali as ever spoke with a smile.. but Khushi didn't respond, she simply watched baffled and then walked briskly into the house. ASR who broke from a hug from his grandmother knew this was the consequence of his actions and his calmness on the matter spoke volumes about how sure he was about his actions.

"Arnav Khushi ji aise kyun chali gayi...?? aap ne kahin kuch..." (Arnav why has Khushiji just left that way..you haven't done anything, said anything to her have you ??...) Anjali was serious after having witnessed that look in Khushi's eyes but ASR was equally sincere about the answer.

On the other hand Khushi who speed up into the house and up the stairs as fast as she could had so many different things circulating her mind. Maybe she was dreaming? Her mind was trying to think of as many viable answers to her confusion as it could but none seemed to put her mind at ease.

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Back in the garden still stood in that same spot a few seconds later. "She assumed I was Hp."

Aur aap ne use yey sochne diya...?? ARNAV!!!!! (and you let her think that??? )

Anjali wasn't impressed, neither was nani but she wasn't as vocal about it.

"Vaise bhi kya hal bana rakha hai aapne apna .. (look at you!! no wonder she thinks you're the gardener..!! ") with that Anjali had left to pick up the pieces.

Nani gave ASR a disapproving look whilst still very much inclined to be on her grandsons side because she knew of his intentions they were always of commendable of kinds no matter what.

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There was only one way to put her mind to rest and this was it. Picking up one of the small portrait by the bedside that had remained turned on there back ever since Khushi had entered the house it was time to confront her husband.

Closing her eyes tightly at the thought of what she would uncover made Khushi's heart raced fast. If it was him then she had made a right fool of herself not only that but she wanted to know why he had kept his real identity from her.

Turning the photo frame..Khushi opens her eyes after a moment to see a picture of the very man she assumed was house help for the past few days, he looked a little different in the picture but it was certainly him.

"Woh Arnav hai Khushiji" ("He's Arnav Khushiji") a familiar voice confirmed from a distance, it was Anjali. She felt embarrassed, she felt silly to have mistaken the man she had thought about all her life for someone else. Two days she spent around him and she hadn't the slightest clue! and why did he keep her in the dark? Why not tell her ..?

There was a lot going on in Khushi's mind but her silence spoke. There was no better person to resolve the uneasiness in Khushis mind than Anjali she knew well that sometimes all that is needed is for a person to be understood so she took a seat next to Khushi on the bed and just listened.

"Hamne socha ke woh.. hari prakash hai di" (I thought he was Hari Prakash di)

"Woh aap ki galat faimi thi Khushji, i'm sorry that Arnav ne aap ko aise sochne diya, kyun woh aap ko unse pooch na hoga." ("You weren't to know Khushiji, I'm sorry Arnav misled you, why that is something I think you need to ask him." )

"Ham unka saamna kaise karenge di..galat faimi mein aa kar hamne kya kya galtiya nahin ki .". ("how will I face him di.. thinking he was ..-- I've wronged him so many times ")

Anjali knew what Khushi was feeling, had she known he was her husband there were certain things that would probably have not taken place that made Khushi feel embarrassed now or ashamed for that matter but it was only understandable for her to feel that way after all she was knew to all this and vulnerable in many ways than one.

Anjali expression warm and reassuring eased Khushi that little. Cupping one of her cheeks lightly she made clear that she didn't have to worry about things as much as she was doing.

"Aap itna mat sochyey .. thora bohot kaam hein toh kiya hai naa Arnav ne...itna toh banta hai akhir mein sharat bhi toh unki hai." (Don't think about it too much , hes only done the odd chore and that's the very least he deserves for the trouble hes caused. )

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Khushi had kept herself away from everything after being acquainted about who was Hari prakash and who wasn't. Khushi wasn't ready to confront him and no one understood that better than Anjali who kept Khushi under her wing. ASR had asked Anjali to accompany him to the evening event as ASR got ready in his room having seen Khushi absent Khushi helped Anjali get ready in her room.

As Anjali waited for her brother to make his refined appearance in the lounge just before they were due to leave..Khushi was also their a little wary that she would see him for the first time for the man he is Khushi was still to pre-occupied with her insecurities and hid behind Anjali ..

Whilst Anjali was dressed in an elegant yellow and looked stunning ASR looked rather handsome in a very distinguished blue as he walked down the staircase drawing a lot of attention from the women in the house who were glad to see ASR back and even Khushi who was a little doubtful of drawing his attention caught a gaze. The bread her had gone and so had locks of rebellious hair, he looked very handsome indeed, with Anjali teasing Khushi from beside her Khushi couldn't help but blush for a moment. She avoided him in everyway possible one because she had no idea how to confront him now and two because she couldn't help but be drawn to him.

"Ready?" His question was for Anjali who agreed that they were ready to go, he wished nani and the others goodbye but didn't overlook Khushi.

Stopping for a moment especially for Khushi who had not looked at him that once, her postutre and silence and the fact that she had kept out of his way for the latter part of the day he was very much aware of. Even though he was stood right in front of her she was wasn't about to look at him and so very charmingly with the tip the invitation card did he tilt Khushis chin up so her eyes would be forced to look up at him .

A little taken by surprise at his move ..Khushi looks at him properly for the very first time, gosh was he good looking she thought. Feeling herself go a little hot in the face her eyes showing of a very innocent vulnerability, she was nervous. On contrary his eyes carried that simple, soft glow of affection and his expression the same kindness and ease as it did before when he was just the house keeper to her. "We'll talk when I get back." With those few words he left undoubtedly taking a little piece of Khushis heart with him too.

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