Hi everyone! First of all thank you for everyone's New Year wishes and I really hope that the New Year has started out well for everyone. And secondly, thank you to everyone who liked and/or commented on chapter 4. As I always say, every single response of yours is my motivation, and I absolutely love reading your comments so thank you so much for that.
One person had asked a question as to why the title is called 'My Imperfect Mr Perfect' when Arnav is so caring towards Khushi. Well here's the answer to that:
Everyone has their flaws and so does Arnav. He cares for Khushi and he will always try to protect her, but he is human, so he will make mistakes. And he will definitely hurt her at points. But despite all of that, he is the one for her as he is her soul mate. This is all I can say for now, and it will become clearer as the story progresses.
I'll stop babbling now and I'll let you read the update 😊
My Imperfect Mr Perfect - Chapter 5The sound of a door banging woke me up. I woke up feeling disorientated by the unfamiliar surroundings. I know this is the third you're hearing the same thing from me - but honestly, I had no idea where I was. And no I'm not going crazy - well to be honest if I was I wouldn't be surprised with the number of shocks I'm getting within such a small time period! I mean normally you expect to wake up in the same place you had gone to bed right? Well here I was, opening my eyes lazily expecting to see Sheetal Di greeting me, but what do I actually get? A completely new room which I had never seen before.
Hey Devi Maiyya! What if those goons had somehow managed to kidnap me from that house?! Like those villains in those movies, where they use chloroform and then kidnap the girl and then-NO! "Hey Devi Maiyya! Raksha karna! Yeh sab sirf hamaari saathhi kyun horahaan hai? Aap humse naaraaz hai kya...? Lekin kal humne uss prashad banaadhi joh jum aapkeliye hamesha banaathe hain- toh phir kyun...? Uss prashadse bore ho gayi kya? Koi baath nahi - aglibaar hum aapkeliye khoobsaare jalebiyaan banaalenge! Lekin jo bhi ho, hume raksha karna Devi Maiyya!
(Devi Maiyya! Please protect me! Why is all this only happening to me? Are you angry with me...? But I made you the same offerings (sweets) I always make you. Are you bored of it or something? No problem - next time I will make you tonnes of jalebis! But whatever the problem, please protect me Devi Maiyya!)"
I was still blabbering to my Devi Maiyya while still looking around, when I noticed a man standing with his back against the door of the room with fists clenched, head leaning on the door and his eyes closed in... pain?
Arnavji... As though he heard me calling him in my head, he opened his eyes that second and our eyes clashed.
For a second I saw desperation and pain in his caramel orbs. Those eyes were trying to seek solace within my own. He looked so agonised that I had a strong urge to get up and embrace him into my arms to take away all his sorrows. I felt like I could do anything at that moment to take away that distressed look on his face.
But all that only lasted for a split second, as his eyes went cold the next moment.
I didn't know whether I should or shouldn't ask about him - I mean after all, according to the facts he was just a police officer who has been assigned to save me. It's not like he has any feelings for me or I should have any feelings for him.
Even though I knew I should be keeping my distance I asked tentatively, "a-aap teek tho hain?
(A-are you OK?)"
I didn't know whether or not I had asked a bad question because as soon as I had asked the question he looked dazed. And then all those emotions came back into his eyes again - the desperation, the agony, the pain. I watched the play of emotions on his face before they vanished as he visibly gulped, trying to suppress his feelings.
"Arnavji?" I repeated, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Aap teek tho hain na?
(Are you OK?)" I asked again.
"Haan. Main teek hoon,
(Yes. I'm OK,)" he replied with no emotions in his voice. "Tum kaise ho?
(How are you?) I mean yesterday you had quite a lot of things to take in so you were quite shocked and you were struggling to come to terms with your situation. Are you OK now...?" he asked.
"I am feeling much better thank you. But... ummm... where are we? Where's Sheetal Di?" I asked the question which was bugging me since I had woken up. Talking to him now, it felt a tiny bit awkward - I mean I'd fainted on him twice, then I'd shouted at him and made a huge drama, I'd shared my plate with him and I then to top it off I'd asked him to share the room with me!
"This is my house. I had taken you to Aman's house straight after the bridge incident in case anyone was following us without our knowledge. This house is probably the safest place for you right now as it means you will always be under my protection. I brought you here in the middle of the night as you're less likely to be watched then - and it would have been easier for me to catch anyone who had been watching. So for now, no one knows where you are so you're safe. And don't worry - you weren't left alone in the room."
I blushed at the reminder of my request yesterday. Even though it was inevitable in that situation, thinking back to the fact that I had asked a man to share the room with me sounded so indecent. But he'd been a complete gentleman with me - and I was not surprised at all.
The sound of a growl interrupted my thoughts. I heard Arnavji murmer something to himself - even though I couldn't hear exactly what he was saying, I thought I heard words like "stomach," "her," and "loud."My face reddened even further as the meanings of his words sank in. Why why why?! Why did this only have to happen to me? Why did I always end up embarrassing myself in front of him?
"I'll go bring your breakfast from the dining table while you freshen up," he said as he started to leave the room.
"Rukiye!
(Wait!)" I said, making him stop in his steps. "Voh... I've been in bed for about a whole day now - I think it's probably time I get out of bed and do a bit of walking around. Can I come to the dining table and eat... if that's alright?" I asked him, not sure whether he would be happy with my suggestion or not. He gave me a curt nod in response before walking out of the room again. I sighed in relief.
It was only then that I had a proper look at the room. Everything in the room was either grey or black. There was hardly any sign of brightness in the area. But the room was absolutely immaculate - there was not even a single speck out of place. I didn't know why but I somehow felt like this room belonged to him. The COLORs, the neatness, the atmosphere - they all just fit in with him so well.
My doubts were confirmed when I entered the bathroom and I saw all mens' toiletries laid out neatly on the shower rack. It was only then that I realised that I didn't have any of my own toiletries or clothes to use. But then I caught sight of a neat stack of a towel, a pair of jeans and kurti top, and products that I became conscious of the fact that Arnavji had already taken care of my needs. He always did a perfect job of everything he did I noted. Well... everything except his smile that is.
After freshening up quickly I walked out of the room, not knowing where to go. I vagely heard voices which seemed to be coming from downstairs.
"I don't want that disgusting middle-class girl in this house! Her mere presence is polluting it. You don't know the mentality of these wretched girls Arnav! First they enter the house as a guest, and then they try and find a permanent place in the house for money, in the name of love, care and what not! I don't want her filth to be in this house for even a second. I refuse to let her stay here."
"Dadi first of all she has a name. That wretched girl' you are talking about is called Khushi. And she is anything but what you just described. You haven't even seen her Dadi, so stop judging her without even knowing her. Aaap thab bhi galath the, or ab bhi.
(You were wrong then, and now too) And plus this is my JOB. SHE is my responsibility and Arnav Singh Raizada never backs down from his responsibilities."
"Hum kuch sunne keliye thayaar nahi hain.
(I'm not ready to listen to anything). Just get her out of this house right now. And don't you dare try to avoid this conversation like you did this morning. You will listen until I finish what I want to say. If you let that girl stay here, then you will end up deeply regretting it in future Arnav. I DO NOT want that girl in this house and that is final! We can't have any more middle-class, promiscuous women in our-."
"DADI!" he shouted. By this time I'd come downstairs and I was standing by the staircase watching Arnavji stand there with fists clenched, teeth gritted, eyes spitting fire and his whole body shaking with rage. I'd heard every word of Dadi's and I couldn't so anything to stop the endless tears which ran down my cheeks.
But right now more than my own pain, I felt HIS pain. If looks could kill, then this Dadi' would have died a million times by now. Arnavji looked like a raging tiger that you just wouldn't want to go near. But behind all that, he was in pain I knew. I didn't know how, but I did.
As he stood there glaring at Dadi, I waited with bated breath waiting for the volcano to erupt.
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