"A...S...R" Khushi heard the crowd cheering and shouting his name, the moment the commentator shouted, stretching Arnav's name.
The lights went dim and then all of the sudden, the flames shoot up and the crowd got louder and booming than before as there stood the almighty ASR just in his tyrian purple color boxer briefs. His hands on his waist and his eyes clashing with those of Khushi's eyes.
Their eyes only spitting fire for each other.
"ASR...ASR...ASR..ASR" the girls cheered and boomed and tried to touch him as he started walking past them.
But Khushi flinched and stared at him with narrowed eyes when he stopped near Sheetal and let her kiss him on the cheek.
"You'll win baby. Just smash her today" Sheetal shouted and Arnav smirked looking at Khushi.
Khushi gulped but tried to show herself brave enough to him as he jumped inside the square ring.
The referee rang the bell announcing the start of the match.
Khushi did some actions with her boxing gloves inviting Arnav and only he did was giving a simple yet enchanting smirk.
They both stared at each other with barely concealed hatred and stepped towards each other.
And as Khushi raised her fist to attack, she was bestowed with a nice punch on her jaw by Arnav and everyone in the performance hall just roared ASR and ASR.
Khushi's laced with hatred gaze clashed with Arnav's and she pounced on him, punching him desperately but soon enough, Arnav rolled over her and almost caging her in his arms.
"Ab kya karogi Lady Hitler" he whispered and chuckled.
And after multiple punches on Khushi's face, she drained all her energy and lay lifeless in the ring.
Her eyes closed on its own accord but she could hear the muffled shouts of the girls, cheering for Arnav.
She slowly opened her eyes, her breathes turning ragged and uneven. She looked at her side in a slow motion but then she closed her eyes in defeat as the referee started to slam his hand beside her, starting the countdown.
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"Aaannnd...thewinnerof WTB Championship is..."
"NOOO" Khushi screamed jerking up from her laying position.
Her whole body was in perspiration. Khushi inhaled deep breathes and then wiped her sweat beads, tucking her damp hair strands behind her ear.
She cupped her mouth and gulped again.
"Yeh kaisa sapna tha Devi Maiyya" Khushi muttered, looking up at the stars hanging above her head.
"I can never let that Laad Governor win over me" Khushi spoke with determination.
"Arrey Khushi, tu uthh gayi. Chal achha hai. Hum tumhaare liye naashta bana dete hain"(You woke up? Good, i'll make ready the breakfast for you) Khushi shot up her head and found Payal entering inside the room.
Payal flashed a smile at her.
"Jaldi aana Khushi warna phir late ho jaaygi tu" Payal yelled while leaving.
Khushi sighed and leaned back against the headboard.
"Itna draawna sapna humain kabhi nahi aaya tha" (I had never got such an awful dream) Khushi murmured.
"I hate that Laad Governor" she added and unknowingly, started to reminisce her three months of journey in the campus with that Laad Governor.
And the things she has observed in him is his arrogance and egotism and that irks her to an extent.
The girls fawns over him as if he is any Greek God. He is not actually...or a Son of a President.
Especially Sheetal. She is like a lazy pig, yawning in a mud. Always, sticking to him like a second body but who cares? Of course Khushi doesn't.
And the thing she hates about him the most is his over-confident nature.
And then, each new day with each new girl.
That was disgusting.
And she can never trust a man like him who keeps a girl with him like a piece of decoration and that too for a time period and for his self-entertainment.
Urgghh.
The worst thing was they never got along each other. And after their first no-so-good meet, not a single day passed without their arguments.
And their arguments was always the hot topic of the campus.
In Short, it's difficult for Khushi Kumari Gupta to bear Arnav Singh Raizada. Everything related to him irks her.
"Khushi, tu kahaan khoyi huyi hai? (Where are you adrift Khushi?) Payal's voice jerked her out from her thoughts.
She looked at Payal and then at the half-eaten puri laid before her on the table.
Great! Now she didn't even realize when she reached the Breakfast table, all dressed up and not even the...
"Hey Devi Maiyya" Khushi cupped her mouth and stood up with wide eyes.
"8.00 baj gaye. Aaj to hum gaye kaam se" Khushi muttered and quickly collected her books, throwing her satchel around her shoulders.
"That's all because of that Laad Governor" Khushi muttered angrily, moving the chair back.
"What happened?" Payal asked.
"Hum chalte hain Jiji. Bye" Khushi hurriedly walked past her.
"Arrey par Khushi..." Payal trailed silent and looked at the half-puri sadly.
She picked up the unusual empty plate of Khushi and turned to leave when she heard a shriek.
Turning back, she found Madhumati standing on the threshold with her eyes scrunched in anger "Sorry Bua Ji" Khushi moved out of the house with a speed of light.
"Haye re Nand Kis****. Kya karien hum iss ladki kaa. Eee titaliya ma to sanak koot koot ki bhari hai" (What do i do with this girl? She is totally mad) Madhumati gritted while entering inside when like a flash of light, Khushi came behind her and left back kissing her on her right cheek.
"Bye" they heard her yell.
"Haye re Nand Kis****" Madhumati exclaimed slamming a hand on her chest and looked at Payal with wide eyes.
*
Arnav adjusted the rear-view mirror while riding his car. The music in the car booming loud and he was totally oblivious of his ringing cell phone on the dashboard blinking Sheetal Kapoor's upcoming call.
Adolf Hitler - Juden-Reich
Ausschwitz, Berlin - Jugen'-Reich
Sieg Heil, uber alles,
Mann Jugen'-Reich uber alles
Arnav tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. His lips moving on his own accord.
e'l Adolf Hitler Heil Heinrich Himmler Ausschwitz
Arnav quickly paused the music, a chuckle escaping his mouth before he resumed it again.
Munchen, Berlin, Fuhrer, Hermann Heil Hitler
He paused the song and chuckled again.
"Khushi Kumari Gupta...Lady Hitler" he muttered with an amused smile on his lips.
The lyrics were just so perfect.
He couldn't help but remember the one week back debate held in the class. They were on the verge of hurting each other.
But of course, Khushi was Miss Wrong at that moment.
The topic was 'The random character of exchange-rate changes' and according to Lady Hitler, the most observed fact regarding the exchange rates was that the change in them are largely random and not predictable.
Okay fine. He agrees and it may be true.
But according to Arnav, the change in exchange rates can be approximated well and they were predictable too.
And so on, they had a little argument over it.
Well, their first meet on the first day, followed many other fights and arguments.
Her rude and 'touch me not' nature was totally unintelligent.. She behaved so strange and it seemed as if she has gotten some problem with guys especially him or she was allergic to them.
And that's very confusing, when she throws a disgusting look at him whenever any girl is with him. The girls are after him, not he's after them. But who cares, of course he doesn't.
But something about her that irks him, is her quick assumption about people and obviously especially him.
Don't know what she thinks of him and why she keeps so wrong perceptions about him but he doesn't care. He has never cared about what other thinks of him.
His car stopped with a screech as he applied sudden breaks.
"Damn. All because of that lady hitler" Arnav muttered angrily and unbuckling the seat belt, he quickly got down of the car. He was just about to hit an old, frail man.
Khushi twisted her lips angrily. She was already so late and no Auto-Rickshaw was feeling pity on her.
She looked around searchingly and her gaze fell on Arnav, who was helping a frail looking man in crossing the highway.
The scene surprised her but in a good way as her gaze softened a little. She had never seen this side of him. He has always showed his rude and arrogant side.
Arnav muttered a quick apology to the old man again and turned back, crossing the highway hurriedly.
As he was approaching his car, His eyes found Khushi standing at the edge of the road.
Khushi immediately averted her eyes away, tapping her foot on the ground.
It was embarrassing that he caught her.
Khushi huffed and puffed, wiping the moisture from her forehead.
He is not that bad - her heart spoke up and Khushi looked down thoughtfully.
Don't trust your eyes Khushi - her mind spoke and glared at the fragile heart.
But he's helpful. He was helping that man. Now why any richie rich would do that? - her heart reasoned.
I'm saying again, don't trust your eyes. They can betray you - the mind replied.
But - the heart was cut off.
And even your heart - her mind muttered.
Khushi rolled her eyes, this stupid argument was doing nothing but increasing her confusion.
May be he's good. It was sweet he was helping someone.
The horn of a car made Khushi come out of her thoughts and look ahead. The window of the car rolled down revealing Arnav on the driver seat.
"I can drop you off. It's already late" he spoke.
Khushi opened her mouth but closed it, the next second. She looked around.
Should she go or not? He's just helping and true she was late but she doesn't trust him.
Yeah but he was also behaving good and gentlemanly.
Khushi sniffed, feeling something fishy. What if...?
Now maybe i am just over-thinking - Khushi thought and Arnav observed her closely and after a second he rolled his eyes leaning back on the leather seat.
"Khushi, you see i am not that bad..." Arnav spoke
That's it.
Khushi's features changed as the realization dawned upon.
"Oh i see, so it was all your plan to trap me. Isn't?" Arnav narrowed his gaze.
"Excuse me?"
"I should have known. That was all an act. Helping that man was all an act. You are so cheap" Khushi whispered the last words.
Her eyebrows scrunched up with anger.
Arnav flared his nose and the grip on the steering wheel increased.
"And, what do you.."
"Enough. Khushi Kumari Gupta. Stop. You can not start making your own assumptions about me and don't give so much importance to yourself. I am not at all interested in you. I have some class and you clearly don't match my class" Khushi gaped at him.
"I was just trying to help you. Get this in your mind" Arnav said angrily and changing the gear, Arnav reversed the car and zoomed away from there.
And Khushi remained there, cursing him under her breathe.
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