Arshi FF #2 The Wait Chapter 21 *UPDATE* Pg-6 16/6/17 - Page 3

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Everyone was having breakfast in the Raizada Mansion the morning after the party when Anjali's phone rang.

It was Arnav.

It's good that he called, thought Anjali. He had not come back home all night and had just informed that he would be staying at the hotel only.

"Di," his voice came from the other end as soon as the call got connected.

"Chote, when are coming home?" Anjali asked. "What was so urgent that you had to stay there for the night?"

"Di, listen to me. I would be staying with Khushi. I called to have hp pack my bags."

"What?" Excitement could be heard in her voice. The other occupant's attention turned to her. Her excitement at the happy news of her brother staying with Khushi dimmed as the packing of bags registered in her mind. "Chote, why do you need to stay with Khushi? You could bring her here by marrying her, if everything is good between you two now?"

No one, but Akash saw how his wife Payal stiffened hearing Khushi's name in their excitement. His heart felt some of the guilt he carried inside his heart of not helping Khushi two years back lessen. Looks like his brother has managed to win Khushi back, he thought with a smile on his otherwise somber face.

"She is my wife, Di. We were never divorced. The contract was never there, I didn't make her sign anything. And she has given me a chance. I can't make her stay where Payal is." Anjali pressed her fingers on her forehead, what mess their house has been for two years. "It's high time I give priority to her and me and to make a life together." Anjali nodded her head even though he could not see that. She signaled Nani that she would tell her everything later.

"I understand chote. I will have everything packed. You just take care of her and chote," she hesitated to say and looks like her brother understood her unsaid words.

"I won't hurt her, Di. Don't worry." His voice held remorse over all the hurt he had inflicted on Khushi in the past.

As soon as she cut the all Nani was on her demanding to know what exactly her grandson told her.

She took her grandmother's frail hand. Her health had been deteriorating rapidly ever since Khushi left this house and all the ugly truth came out and seeing the result of her grandson's cruelty when Khushi visited them after so long left a hard impact on her and her health. Anjali could only pray that with this news some of the light in her Nani's old eyes comes back.

"Nani, Khushi has given Arnav a chance. He would be staying with her. He has long way to make her stay in his life but he has already took the first step towards attaining it by making her his first priority." Anjali felt her own lips stretch into a smile as her Nani's eyes lit up in front her own eyes.

"There is one more thing Nani. Apparently our chote has been married all these years." She laughed looking at Nani's wide eyes. "Your upbringing was not weak Nani. I know he has made many terrible mistake two years ago but the contact marriage was not one of them."

"What are you talking, Anjali? Chote told us he had married Khushi for six months. Then how could there be no contact marriage?"

Anjali squeezed her hands gently, "Chote never made her sign anything. There was no contact; he just told Khushi that their marriage was of six months only. Can't you see Nani? He had no intention of leaving of her. He married her for seven lives!"

Nani took a sigh of relief. Something good came out of her upbringing. For two years a constant thought ran in her mind. How would she face her daughter after death? What answer could she give to her if she questions her that how she could make her son into his father? But she could show her face to her daughter now.

"But Anjali bitiya, why couldn't he bring her here? They are married. She is our daughter in law. She must stay with us all!" Nani asked.

Her eyes flicked towards Payal, who sat fuming with a scowl on her face. "He couldn't make her stay where Payal is." She spoke bluntly.

Next to Payal, Akash cringed. She just opened her mouth when Akash seethed in her ear, "Don't even think about it."

Anjali smile widened making Payal fume some more. At last all things are coming into their place.

"What are you watching?" Arnav came after making the call to Anjali and promptly dropped himself on the bed, his head on Khushi's lap who sat against the headboard.

"Ow! Oh!" Khushi, startled by his abrupt landing let out a squeak.

He squirmed some more until finding a comfortable position on Khushi's lap as she looked on with amusement. His eyes finally found hers and with an eyebrow raised asked the same question.

Shaking her head at the drastic change in his behavior, Khushi proceeded to comb her fingers through his hairs. "It's just a random cookery show," her eyes flicked on the TV set on which some lady talked about cream, sugar and some vanilla essence.

Her attention return to Arnav as a chuckle left his mouth. With frown marring her forehead she asked, "What is there to laugh about?"

"It's just your love for food," His lit up in amusement and adoration. "I am always amazed at how much you love food, it's adorable." He grinned at her.

She pretended to be angry at him, "This must be new for you. You are always surrounded by models conscious about their body and what they eat. I, on the other hand think food gives absolute untainted happiness. But alas, whom I am talking about food, a diabetic, can't even eat greatest invention of the world, the sweets!" She shook her head at him in mock seriousness.

The next minute Khushi was pulled down and below Arnav. He hovered above her with a devilish grin and stared at her with mischievous filled eyes, "Oh, sweetheart, I can eat sweets and the next second you're going to know how!" He placed his lips on hers and proceeded slowly to demonstrate how exactly he takes his share of sweetness.

His lips left hers, the need to breathe forced him to break the kiss, only to open his eyes and have the beautiful hazel eyes of his wife staring at him. Her fingers hold on his hair loosened to travel to his back. The pleasure she felt by touching so intimately evident on her darkening eyes.

They both felt the change in the atmosphere from playful to heavy with desire. He felt her heart race, felt every up thrust of her chest against his with every breath intake. His brain got drugged with her eyes, her scent. He could see nothing; hear nothing but her and her heartbeats. Her hands burned the skin on his back as they skimmed inside his shirt pulling his shirt as they went up. Fighting for the control he definitely didn't have grip over, he pressed his lips to her forehead in attempt to rein the lost control.

"Khushi," he exhaled, his lips writing her name on the soft skin of her forehead. It was a question as well as a plea to her. Her nails dug into his back in answer.

His lips skimmed over her cheek travelling towards her lips not before pressing a loving kiss on the little mole on her cheek. He had intentions of loving her slowly and gently, starting by taking all his time to love her lips first.

Her hands pulled his belt out the buckle and all his intentions of gentle flew out of the window. He kissed her with the passion that sparked when they first met and every time they came close together after that, with the desperation that had made them come so close to each other on the night of the Diwali all these years ago. And this time he showed her how much he ached for her all these years, how much he loves her and what they have between them cannot die out so easily.

Anjali and Akash were in Arnav's room helping hp to pack his clothes. Akash packed important files and papers. Finishing the packing both of them sat on the bed in silence. Anjali showed Akash the photo frame she found in the cupboard.

"We were so busy feeling guilty about everything and angry on chote, that we didn't see that he loved her all this while." Anjali with sad smile on her face handed Akash the frame with Khushi's photo.

"Arnav did all that just for me. How could I ever forgive myself Akash? I was the reason behind destruction of that girl's life." Her fingers traced Khushi face over the glass covering.

"No, Di. You are wrong," Akash stared at the photo. He clearly remembers that day when it was clicked. His brother had forced Khushi to model for AR and defying him she wore a red saree instead of that dress. "Bhai has always been possessive and selfish when it's about the person he cares about."

Akash looked at his cousin who was much more than a real sister could have been to him."We all know Bhai is very cunning and a good strategist. He proved that by taking AR where it is now." His eyes flicked back to the frame, "By looking at this photo and knowing what Bhai told you this morning. I can only say he played very dangerous game two years ago."

"Akash, what are talking about?" Anjali felt her skin chill, already having a feeling what Akash is going to say.

"Di, he did not marry Khushi just for you. He very cleverly killed two birds with just one stone. He had to do something about Shyam and his claim about Khushi and him being lovers. But with you being pregnant he couldn't tell you the truth about Shyam." Placing the frame on the bed, Akash stood in front of Anjali. "He could've sent Khushi away from here but he didn't or he couldn't. Because even though he believed Shyam, he still loved her. So he did what he could have to save your marriage and also to have Khushi with him. Why he told her a lie about six months, I don't know. Bhai's mind works in mysterious ways."

"Don't beat yourself over what happened." Akash patted Anjali's shoulder who sat still on the bed. "Bhai had his own selfish reasons to marry her." He picked the frame to put it inside the bag. "Besides, things are looking good. We should not think about past anymore."

Arnav and Khushi were inside the building where Arnav's apartment was. They had Khushi's luggage with them and Arnav's would be delivered by his manager Aman.

Khushi stared at him. He had just pressed the button for penthouse on the lift. Feeling her eyes on him, he turned to look at her. "What?" He asked laugh bubbling inside his chest.

"You forgot to mention that we'll be staying in a penthouse." She scowled at him.

Pressing his fist against his lips to stop the laugh erupting, Arnav spoke coughing in between his words. "Um, I told you we'll be staying in the building. So it doesn't matter if I forgot to tell you that we'll be staying at penthouse."

She scrutinized his face. He was hiding his face from her. Not looking at her. Then it clicked. "You own this building!" She screamed at him.

Arnav doubled over, hugging his stomach, laughing at her. "I knew you will guess it. You know me so well. Did you really think I would take money from you to buy the house where we will stay?" He shook his Index finger at her, "Over my dead body."

As she sulked, turning away from him, Arnav pulled her closer, his arm around his pouting wife. "Now, now don't be so disheartened. You can pay me with other things." He flicked his eyes brows suggestively and got punched in the stomach in return.

"Ow! You sure have a strong punch for such a frail girl!"

A/N:So, here is another update of this story. I will complete it in the next 2-3 more chapters max. After its completion I will start updating Inevitable pain and complete it also. Hope you liked this update.

Also, as I have earlier mentioned when I updated Falling out of love, that I have uploaded my two short stories on wattpad. Unexpected had highest ranking of #263 in Romance till now. Thank you all the people from IF who read it. I appreciate it very much. For some reason, Marriage night had less reads, please give it also a try. It is not that bad 😊.

I have started a new story on wattpad, 'After The Sun Sets'. Its not a Arshi story. Please give it a try. I have changed my writing style in that. And your reviews guide me how to take the story ahead and will help me improve my writing.

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-Arshina