This is OneShot of their contract-marriage day with a little twist of my own...
This was written on demand and those who are new, here is the link to the prequel:
'Di Ke Rang'- https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/3555464/forcedmarriageshot-j-just-like-him?pn=23
OS | ASR's Second Apology *Sequel to Di Ke Rang*
Anjali closed the door and was walking downstairs and happened to pass by a window (This 'window' doesn't really exist in RM) As she passed, she heard a harsh voice "You proved that you are not our blood today!"
Startled, she looked out of the window to see Buaji , Garima and Shashi get into a car a drive away, leaving a frozen Khushi standing there.
"Oh Lord! What have you done Chhote…!" she whispered and began hurrying downstairs.
Slowed down by her limp, by the time she finally reached down, she saw Khushi standing in the middle of the hall, alone and her legs trembling.
This took Anjali back to her own wedding day, the day her parents had died. Her parents had committed suicide, but it was her marriage that broke… They had blamed her and had said that she was bad luck and unworthy to be married… Was it her fault? No. She didn't even like to think of the accusations hurled at her…
Her own family had hurled questions at Khushi, while Chhote hid in his room… How typically Indian! She thought with disgust Blame the girl…
As she walked towards Khushi, she had collapsed on her knees and had taken her face in her palms and weeping.
Anjali's heart pricked… How much had this girl suffered…
*
"Khushiji?" she called.
Khushi flinched and moved away. "I-I am sorry Anjaliji! I-I didn't… H-He threatened me…I-I don't even know…. I am sorry!" she cried.
He threatened her! Was the only thing that got through to Anjali's head.
"He threatened you!?"
Khushi looked up suddenly, her eyes wild with fear. "D-Did I say that? N-No he didn't threaten me! Of course not! I mean really, he would want his brother's happiness too right? Why would he break his own brother's wedding? Of course not! Of course he didn't threaten me Anjaliji!" she blabbered, her eyes still wide and her hand shaking with nervousness.
Anjali's head reeled from shock of realization. He had threatened her with Payal's marriage…
Her facial muscles began to tighten with fury… Men thought they could take women's sentiments for granted!
She pursed her lips and took hold of Khushi's hand and gently tugged her upstairs.
Khushi began to struggled. "Anjaliji no! I-I can't… I mean Anjaliji I-"
Anjali ignored her. "I am your Di now, and you will listen to me…"
Anjali said it with such finality that it silenced Khushi.
As they approached Arnav's room, pain and hurt began to fill her heart.
You WILL remain cold! You will talk as if you don't give shit! He needn't know that this has affected you…
She chanted to herself.
*
Anjali and Khushi stood infront of his room. "Khushiji, wait here for a moment…"
And she walked into the room quietly to see Arnav standing in front of the mirror, trying to apologize to his reflection.
*
As soon as Anjali had walked out of the room, Arnav rushed to the mirror.
"Khushi, I am sorry." He tried, to say, but the words died in his throat as the image of Khushi's tears and shock hit his mind.
NO! Sorry wasn't enough! He was more than sorry!
Another try…
"Okay. Khushi, I know what I did was wrong and-"
WRONG!? Raizada, it was a crime!
"DAMN! Okay, I know what I did was unforgivable but-"
"You have to do better than that Chhote… Accept in your heart that you've made a mistake. Don't defend yourself. You can apologize much easily then…"
Arnav turned around to see Anjali standing behind him with arms crossed.
"Di I-"
"You threatened her!" she asked furiously.
"She told you?" Arnav asked perplexed.
"NO! She babbled in her nervousness…!"
"Oh perfect!" he muttered.
Anjali slapped his arm. "STOP BEING SO SELF-RIGHTEOUS!"
"Di I-"
"Shut up! Listen to me, and listen to me carefully. She is broken completely, understood? She is desperate and feeling hopeless… "
Anjali turned away, and said with a voice filled with emotion. "Her family disowned her!"
Arnav's head shot up. "What! Di? How could they just-"
"Chhote, people are like that. Us women cannot do a single thing without being questioned! You remember my wedding don't you? And you were sitting here while Nani yelled at Khushi and Mami insulted her… You are reckless Chhote. And too impulsive for your own good…."
Arnav closed his eyes. "Oh God! What have I done?"
"Yes indeed. What have you done… And can you imagine what'll happened if she realizes you married her because you thought she was having an affair with Shyamji and-"
"What!"
Anjali and Arnav whirled around and were shocked to see Khushi standing at the door way with her hands fisting her lehenga and staring at the brother-sister duo with a haunted look.
"Oh no!" Anjali muttered.
Shit happens…
"Oh God! Khushi I-"
"Shut up! I hate you! I can't believe that I-"
"Please listen to me Khushi…" Arnav plead.
"What else is there to listen to? My Mother hates me! My sister hates me! My Aunt hates me! Naniji hates me and Mamiji found another reason to taunt me for the rest of my life and now I am stuck under the same roof as that treacherous snake all thanks to You! Y-You big… Y-You big ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA!" she shrieked.
That was the worst cuss word she could think of, and at that moment, there could be no one worse than Arnav Singh Raizada on the face of Earth!
Anjali's eyes darted between the two of them. "Well, Chhote I told you what to do…"
She to Khushi and her eyes softened. "I'll handle the family Khushiji…" and she looked at Arnav with eyes that said 'You better handle her.'
*
As soon as Anjali left, Khushi sat on the floor and sobbed, hugging her knees to her chest, and her head between her knees.
Arnav closed his eyes, as her sobs became a painful thudding against his ears.
He walked up to her and knelt by her side. He lay a trembling hand on her shaking shoulder "Khushi? Please don't cry…"
She looked at him with fury and pushed his hand away. "What am I supposed to do? LAUGH? You at least have a family. They may be angry with you but they didn't disown you! While I am an orphan!"
"Khushi I underst-"
"DON'T! Don't say you understand because you DON'T! You lost your parents, yes. But did you lose them a second time! Your sister is angry with you, but is she so angry that she won't even look at your face? D-Did Mamiji tell you that you have proved you are not their blood? Has anyone one of them told you that you don't belong? Did they? NO! Because you DO belong! Whereas I don't! I don't belong anywhere!" she said, her voice cracking.
He wiped her tears, despite her struggle to push away his hands.
"Khushi, I am sorry…"
"You're not."
He cupped her face in his hands. "Khushi, I really I am. You know how I get when I am angry…"
"I do. But… But Arnavji, you can't just- N-now what? We're married! I mean, you never… A-And now we can't just go out and tell everyone that we are going to get divorced and-"
"Who said we'll get divorced?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Arnavji, you don't have to feel guilty! I have nothing left anyway! You don't need to be obliged and-"
"Khushi, it is not an obligation! I-I well…"
Khushi sighed. "Let it be. I will just go and talk-"
"NO! You will do nothing of that sort! You can't leave me!"
"Why!" she asked, getting annoyed of his cryptic answers.
He ran his fingers through his hair, not knowing what to do.
In a moment of impulsiveness, he reached out and cupped her face delicately in his hands, making her eyes widen in shock. He leaned in closer to her and touched his lips, ever so softly to hers. She gasped into his mouth and taking advantage he kissed her passionately.
Struggling for a few moments, she finally gave up and kissed him back.
They broke apart, Khushi turning redder and redder with each moment Arnav looked into her eyes. The redder she got, the more pronounced Arnav's smirk grew.
Suddenly, she pushed him away. "Y-You can't just kiss me like that! How could you!" she began to blabber.
Arnav took a deep breath. "I love you…"
She stopped whatever she was saying and stared into his eyes. "You have gone nuts!" she whispered.
"What the-! Khushi how-"
"Of COURSE you have gone nuts! First you marry me for six months in a temple, drag me home and leave me alone downstairs and then you apologize to me and then you kiss me and tell me you love me!" she said.
The way Khushi said it, Arnav found it ridiculous too.
"I am sorry…." He said again.
He hugged her tightly and whispered "Happy Valentine's Day!"
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