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Today's Khushi and Arnav's Sundari and Shaitan reminded me of my OS which I had written months ago. However in that OS... Arnav called Khushi as 'Sundari' and Khushi thought Arnav was a 'Bhoot' (ghost)😆... just reminiscing old times... so wanted to share those with you again!😊! Behold... my version of Sundari and Bhoot was in part 2 of this OS so posting part 1 first and then part 2 is right underneath it, in the 2nd post!!... Its for those who love a dose of romance with tons of laughter!!🤣

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1. Eye of the beholder...or what lies in the eye of the beholder?

"Oh God that guy drives me INSANE, he's such a devil...arrghhh"... Khushi brawled stepping out of the shower. It was the third night in a row when she had dreamt about that lunatic staring machine. At this rate she was sure that in a couple of days she would certainly lose all her senses, he was a recurring nightmare that just refused to go away, and left her feeling restless and insomniac. She dumped her old clothes in the laundry bin, and wore a navy blue, and purple salwar suit. She began drying her hair dry as she came back in her room.

In the past few days, she had tried her best to impart the knowledge of being a good 'desi' bahu little by little to a brain that just refused to take in whatever she tried to send into it. She had now set up schedules to teach Lavanya ji leaving huge blind spots in between where La ma'm went for touch ups (taking from 20 till 30 minutes), beauty baths, texting, and God knows whatever ( all the Blah that La could cook up).

Apart from imparting her knowledge she had also been exposed to various 'things' of Lavanya's such as her hair dryer, hair straightner, hair curler. La had even tried to give her a makeover and had forcibly made her sit while she tried to straighten Khushi's already perfectly straight hair. Khushi felt as if someone was ironing her hair. Afraid it'll burn off she stopped Lavanya and ended what was supposed to be a lesson for Lavanya on oiling her hair with almond oil, coconut oil, sekha kai etc just like typical indian house wives do.

Arnav, the lunatic staring machine had just readied himself, and was checking himself out one last time before leaving his room for breakfast. He had actually checked himself over 5 times, now dreading going out and seeing her... the-girl-who-loved-to-play-hide-n-seek with him. She had entered his life like a disaster, and was refusing to budge from it. She had been living in his house for only three days, and had already turned his life upside down, and the worst thing was that her room was in the middle of the house thus it was unavoidable for him to not pass it wherever he wanted to go in his house.

The first day itself she had fell on him. He was walking through the hall when she fell on top of him right in his arms. She claimed that she had been ordered by mami ji to climb up and clean the chandelier, and my untimely walk through the hallway had spooked her. The next day, he had decided to spend time in his study reading something. He had just picked out a book and had taken it to his favorite corner spot where he took off his shoes and lied back on the study's couch. She had emerged from behind the couch pinching her nose and cursing his socks, and had dodged him while she ran towards her room.

He drew in a deep breath and left his room. As he approached the border line, a line that he had drawn in his head separating Khushi's room from the hallway that led to his freedom. As he passed Khushi's room he noticed that the door was still closed. He couldn't help feeling angry at her for wasting precious time getting ready when she was employed around the clock to tutor Lavanya. As he moved towards the door to yell at her on being late, he peeked through the curtain opened just a few inches, and saw HER standing near the bed towel drying her hair.

'Gorgeous' was the first word that popped up in his mind... no wait... 'Drop Dead Gorgeous' was more applicable. Water droplets trickling through her hair, over her forehead, than over her cheeks made her appear something out of a poet's dream. Even in such a simple state her beauty was glowing incandescently. She was muttering something fluently. He couldn't catch it but saw her quivering lips which reminded him of a verse he'd read in his teenage years:

Nazuki uskay lub ki kiya kahiye

Pankhari aik gulaab ki si hai

(What should I say about the delicacy of her lips?... they are as smooth as a rose's petal)

He stood mesmerized outside her window for an eternity until she was done drying her hair and was about to come out. He hurriedly left, and went for work without having breakfast...God, this girl was going to drive him insane, he thought while scurrying.

Khushi finished with La's morning lesson on singing aarti, and the use of pallu when interacting with the elders. She handed her the hindi lyrics of 2 bhajans written in english and told her to memorize them, and head out for lunch and she'll be tested after two hours. She told Anjali that she was missing Payal and was going to see her and will have lunch at her place. She left for her buaji's house in an auto.

Arnav whose life had just taken a 180 degree turn came back home fuming as he had forgotten an important file at home and couldn't send anyone to fetch it as he didn't remember where he had put it. He couldn't believe he was making such silly mistakes over which he would yell at others. He picked up the file, and as he was heading out when Anjali informed him that Khushi has gone to meet Payal and she had forgotten that there will be an auto, taxi, and bus strike today after 2:00 PM.

Anjali: "How will she return Arnav?. We'll have to go get her."

Arnav: "I'm not her driver di. It was her decision to go and meet Payal, and she'll have to devise some way to come back.", but on Anjali's constant insistence he agreed and the duo left for Buaji's house.

Khushi, and Payal were standing in the kitchen with their backs towards the door. Arnav was going to announce his arrival by knocking when he stopped at he mention of his name, and began eavesdropping on the sisters's convo. Anjali stopped short too.

Payal: "Khushi, I hope that Arnav Singh Raizada doesn't bother you."

"Jiji please! Don't even mention that Lard Governor's name, that rakshaas comes everywhere I go in that house. I am telling you he has some kind of Khushi detector that tells him exactly where I am in that house. If it was in my power, I would put that Lard Governor in this karhaai and make big big pakoraas out of that 'Chote'... If he is 'Chote' na jiji then I haven't even been born yet." Khushi grumbled.

"That is alright Khushi, but firstly how would you fit Arnav Singh Raizada into this karhaai, and who will eat his pakoraas. Nobody wants food poisoning Khushi." Even Payal piped up excitedly.

" Jaan lewa Arnav Singh Raizada kay pakoraay khao, aur khatay khatay ishwar ko pyaraay ho jao." Sang Khushi giving Payal a high five.

Anjali clapped a hand over her mouth to stop her laughter. Now, she seemed like the Khushi she knew.

This was unbelievable. Payal, the most silent, timid, and subdued girl was also presenting her views about him and that Khushi, Miss Bhatakti aatma wanted to make pakoraas out of him. Hmm so Khushi doesn't talk to me but likes talking about me. The thought amused him, and she desired to fry him. Well if she was ready to be the chutney beside me than sure I'll be a pakora cause I'll definitely make a chutney out of her for this. Arnav cleared his throat making both the ladies jump.

Khushi turned around and an expression of utmost horror crossed her face. She was sure he had heard about her latest fantasy regarding him.

"Khushi there is an auto strike today and you won't be able to get home so di and I have come to take you home." said Arnav smirking.

"Oh Devi Maiya raksha karo, there was something in his eyes but what was it?..Does he plan to make pakoraas out of me??..." whispering to herself she left the house to face the wrath of Arnav Singh Raizada.

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Updates Index:

Part 1: Eye of the Beholder... page 1
Part 2: La goes gay/ Khushi nay nikali Arnav ki Supari... page 1
Part 3: The Green House Effect... page 1

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2. La goes gay/ Khushi nay nikali Arnav ki Supari!

"How dare she?".. Arnav thought while he played with the rice on this plate. I was a raakshas. Me?... One of the most eligible bachelors in Delhi. He was rich, handsome, and powerful, and she thought he was a raakshas?. The audacity of that girl.

"Khushi Kumari Gupta urf Phoolan Devi... I will see you. I will teach you a lesson you'll never forget... making pakoraas out of me. If I didn't make a chutney out of you I swear my name isn't Arnav Singh Raizada." Arnav whispered under his breath.

"Did you say something Chote?" Anjali asked her attention now diverted from serving food to his brother's nasty behavior.

"Here have some jalebees... Khushi nay banai hain aur kuch special sugarfree bhi hain." She continued. Arnav who was almost about to grab a jalebee drew his hand back muttering in the same KKG's tone:

"No thanks di, us meethi churi Khushi Kumari Gupta ki jaleebiyan aap log hi khao, aur diabetes karwa kar doctor kay clinic kay khoob saray chakar lagao."

Anjali smiled shaking her head while Khushi's hands started shaking at the thought that the Lard Governor still remembered her earlier insolence.

"What if he ate me alive... no no no... he doesn't look like a cannibal. He'll probably roast me or make Shish Kababs out of me and then devour me... Maybe I could pull up a filmy move by throwing sand in his eyes or give him some other CHAKMA while he ties me to a stake". Khushi gulped at the first thought, the second comforted her a bit but decided to keep her ears up and glanced at Arnav's mouth trying to figure out how strong his canine teeth were.

Arnav caught her staring at his mouth and gave her his death glare with a matching scowl. Khushi stuffed an entire rus-gulla in her mouth in response to his look.

"Raakshas kahin ka... He is showing his Raakshas-giri even on the dining table... God please give me some remedy for this angry young raakshas. What if he is like a frog who needed a fair maiden's kiss to transform back into a prince."... Kiss?...Ahh that word brought horrible memories that Khushi would rather term as a bad dream rather than reality.

Earlier in the day after Khushi was brought home, she went to Lavanya's room to check up on her. She caught La 'Boogeying' (dancing) in her room singing "I'm too sexy for my shirt... too sexy for my shirt... IT HURTS."... La sang placing her hand over her heart. Khushi had overtime learnt about a phenomenon called 'dresses'. It was something entirely foreign to her so in order to connect with La on some ground she named her dresses as the "Shalwar-less Kurtees or bina daaman ki cutti hui kameezain" in her mind.

"Lavanya ji, are you okay. Kahan dukh raha hai humain bataye." Khushi hurried forward.

"Oh God Chamkili...I'm fine... can't you see I'm dancing. Pata nahi kahan kahan say aajatay hain mu utha kay gawar logh." Lavanya misbehaved with her.

"Well in that case it looks like you are done memorizing the 2 aartis that I gave you. Care to do the honors of reciting them for me... from your head".. Added Khushi.

La was a mesmerizing creature. Whenever she would forget a word which she continuously did... she would substitute it with words like 'Aarti... Om... Krishna... and the newly learnt (Devki) etc'... leaving Khushi to wonder about the Leela of God by not distributing brains to Lavanya when she was created.

"Please Lavanya ji don't rush. Take your time and then recite the aarti toh humara mann prasan hojaye ga." Khushi assured La.

"Who's prasan??..Oh My God.. Is he your boyfriend. For real". La exclaimed jumping up. "Tell me how do you village girls treat your boyfriends?" When Khushi continued to look extremely puzzled at the turn of events La did the unimaginable. She grabbed Khushi from her waist and brought her closer, made her voice huskier if possible and sang:

Tune jo dekha meri jaan Kasam se

Seenay main jagay armaan kasam se

Jaan nikal gai... aha aha aha aha

"And this is how you treat your boyfriend Chamkili... otherwise they'll leave you" said Lavanya uncontrollably doing a shimmy...and ending the performance with a flying kiss to Khushi. For a girl who thought Lucknow was a village Khushi deemed it better not to clarify that she did not have a boyfriend and get into another squabble with Ms. LK (Lattu Kahinki).

After having witnessed La's bi-nomial expression. Bi being the operative word. Khushi went for dinner and was now stuck here right in front of the lion's mane. Arnav excused himself and walked off towards his room. Khushi now began eating her dinner in peace.

While going towards her room the entire corridor went suddenly dark and the curtains start billowing with the wind. Khushi saw a candle at the far end of the hall.

"Khooosssiii" somebody called out to her in Lucknowi accent.

"Haii Devi Maiyya Bhoot!!" Khushi froze.

"Khooosssiii ab hum tumhari chutni banayen gay.. Aur phir tumhain kha jaen gay." The ghost announced.

Haii Devi Maiyya yeh bhoot toh Lucknow ka lagta hai. RM is haunted...

"Kon hai yahan. I have been living here for three days now. How come I'm seeing a ghost now after all this time... Who is trying to make a fool out of me. Hamain kis kheet ki moli samajh rakha hai you fake bhoot."

"Humari shaan main gustaakhi". The bhoot yelled. The candle then began to move on its own from one end of the table to the other. This scared the living daylights out of Khushi. Arnav on the other hand was happily using a magnet to move the metal candle stand from one end to the other staying hidden in the shadows.

"Please bhoot ji... don't eat me. There is a delicious morsel in this house for you. His name is Arnav Singh Raizada. He is fat and healthy, he is in mint condition except for having diabetes, arrogance and a God Complex, and I can show you his room if you'll follow me. Please eat him. His raakshas-ness alone drains all the sugar inside of me. I'm as thin as a stick while he is a muscular raakshas. I am pretty sure his stomach hangs out too (his tondh) when he wears a kurta pajama... thats why he NEVER wears a kurta pajama. Please eat him up for me... and if you eat him up I'll pray to devi maiyya for your aatma's shanti".

Arnav who was still hidden couldn't believe that this girl was giving his 'Supari' to a ghost, and was laying her case very strongly. She was trying to turn the tables on him by making this ghost a contract killer... Had he been a bhoot he would've been tempted to try himself out as a meal. Kya bhashan deti hai yeh larki.

"Come on bhoot ji... follow me. Don't worry I won't look back and see your bhoot/ Pich-chal peri avatar" said Khushi now already racing towards his room while Arnav stood dumbfounded behind the cabinet, awestruck at this magnificient piece of abstract art called Khushi Kumari Gupta.

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3. The Green House Effect

" Jal tu Jalaal tu... Arnav Singh Raizada ko taal tu... Jal tu Jalaal tu... Lard Governor kay haathon mera sharaadh na karwa tu" prayed Khushi as she crept towards Arnav's room. After all someone had to show that 'Bhoot' Arnav's room. Judging by the accent, the bhoot seemed to be from Lucknow..

"Maybe he might turn out to be my long lost 6th or 7th generation cousin, or great grand uncle... After all Lucknow ka rishta hai.. Kahin na kahin say toh koi rishta nikal hi jaaye ga?" She thought rubbing her hands in glee.

Arnav was now walking behind Khushi at a little distance had taken off his coat earlier and put it over his head but was continuing on this prank even though it had backfired. He wanted to see what else this Bhatakti Aatma could cook up. After all she was the eighth wonder of the world, and no one would be able to make out his silhouette in the dark.

"Waisay uncle ji what special powers do you possess? Can you take the form of any person. Can you take Lavanya ji's form and terrorize all the governor-giri out of that Lard Governor before giving him 'THE END'. Can you assume her form and do the snake (Cobra) dance on 'Main Do Dhaari talwaar' in front of that raakshas... "Naagin aur Namona"... Kya mast jodi rahegi." Khushi questioned.

Arnav in his mind: "God!.. Is nay toh mujhe apna uncle hi bana liya... Tum cheez kiya ho Khushi Kumari Gupta."

And then she patted her own shoulder saying: "Kya baat hai Khushi Kumari Gupta kya naam diya hai dono ko.. ...wah...I don't know your name so can I call you Bhoot Kumar?... Arey hum bahut hi pahunchi hui cheez hai, don't you worry you won't go hungry today. Believe me after having this meal, you'll remember me for the rest of your death years(khana hazam jo nahi hoga..she added in an undertone). You have no idea what a huge civic service you're performing by ridding the world of that ...Gussay ki kaan... Kaalay kaalay patloon ki dukaan...Paison ki shaan...Jo pheray aansoo on my dil ke armaan. Oh yeah and how much does your hand weigh? " Khushi asked casually.

"You're a wonder, you know that..I've never seen anybody talk with such super speed.. Looks like thats your superpower. To give migranes to anyone in the vicinity by your continuous blabbering..by the way why would you like to know how strong my hand is... Kya paye (Pie) banao gi meray haaton kay, ya biryani bananay ka irada hai?, fine call me whatever you want to" Arnav asked exasperatedly after hearing all that speech of hers in one go. Arnav was sure her weird answers, and strange logics, and theories would drive him mad, par woh bhi koi kaccha khiladi nahi tha.

"Arey nahi Bhoot Kumar.. I just wanted to know whether your hand was of Dairh kilo or not.. I mean if it is indeed of dairh kilo than I'm sure Arnav Singh Raizada's Ram Ram satya will be done at one go.. Aur woh seedhay upar uth jaayen gay... but if its not then I guess you'll have to kill him in installments." Khushi explained the reasoning behind her outrageous questions.

"Killing in installments?... This is the first time I'm even hearing this. Looks like after having two and two with your Gussay ki kaan I guess I'll have to tighten up your nuts and bolts too... screw kafi dheela lagta hai tumhari upar ki manzil ka... besides how do you kill in installments?..Care to enlighten me?" Arnav stalled her thinking up some new scheme to harass her leaving her sleepless tonight like he'd been for the past few days.

Khushi: "Dekhiye... Pehlay darshan main zara heart beat barhaiye ga,... doosray main aik heart attack karwaiye ga,... teesray main seedhay upar narg main pahunchaiye ga,... aur chohtay main us Lard Governor kay shareer ko harrap kar jaiye ga...SIMPLE."

Arnav: "Oh God!!... kahan phas gaya.. This phoolan devi has answers for everything. She really does seem to belong to some underworld mafia gang.. which seems to employ ghosts to do their biding.."

An idea had just popped up in Arnav's mind, and he said:

"Ruk jao Sundari... wahiin ruk jao... Aagay mat barhna..Aagay andhera hai.. Ghor andhera, aagar aur aagay barhi toh tumhari mrityu honay ka bhi sanket hai. Us raakshas kay kamray main electricity say chalnay wala aik Khushi detector hai jo tumhain detect kar lega if you move even a step forward... aur woh raakshas humain pakar lay ga."

Khushi: "Acha aap ruko.. Hum ghar ka fuse ura kar aatay hain.. Just a sec."

Bhoot: "Arey...Arey nahi Sundari... I'm seeing that in the next 5 minutes Arnav Singh Raizada will go to his green house, we should be THERE to capture, and devour him... It's a hunting strategy naari where you let the prey come to you, and let him fall into your trap... Don't worry its fool proof because I've seen it on the National Geographic... Now just follow me."

Khushi in her mind thinks: "Wow he's such a knowledgeable bhoot. I watch "Mahila Mandli" and "Pati ki raksha from larkiyon ki nazar... ek patni ka pehla dharam" while he watches the National Geographic."

They had reached the green house area. Arnav had thrown off his jacket, and before he could react he saw Khushi lost in the stars above, standing at the edge of the pool...the stars were twinkling thousands of miles away but still radiating a beautiful glow which was falling down through his glass ceiling on an unsuspecting Khushi.. She stepped forward in a dazed state, and not finding ground lost her balance. Arnav moved forward and grabbed one of her hands while her back was slouched towards the pool. Khushi looked up in Arnav's eyes as he held her arm...and Oh God her eyes were shining/ beaming/ gleaming even brighter than the stars... her body basking in the light from above, the bluish water in the surrounding making everything seem mesmerizing, and her eyes reflecting the pure white light from above was a heavenly sight. He was fixated by her beauty. Her milky white skin was glowing under the starry sky. It was an eerie, blissful moment for him.

"Arnav" she whispered. Even his name sounded divine and pious to him at that moment. This was the first time she had ever mentioned his name by itself without any formalities or syllables complicating or contorting his name. Her voice brought him out of his reverie. As he tried to shift his weight to pull her back up his leg slipped by some water splashed nearby, and he fell in the pool holding her hand.

Even the ripples of the pool greeted them with open arms. Even under the water Arnav could not let go of her hand, and could not help but feel hypnotized by her eyes. He knew that moment would stay with him forever.

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