ArShi FF - The Valiant Knight - Thread 1 - COMPLETED - Page 58

Soon after Aman noted down Madhumati's number in the queue, he turned around to check on the bitter enemies only to find them on the other side of the gate. Madhumati was shocked and happy to see her daughter being cordial with a MAN, as she didnt comprehend the real situation since Khushi was showing her back marring her expressions. Nani too smiled proudly watching her grandson listening attentively with his hands crossed at his chest, assuming that finally he found someone he could listen to.

Dont they look too beautiful? Nani squealed in Aman's ears in excitement.

Except that they think otherwise and are now ready to kill each other any moment. Boyfriend ki girlfriend, fix your glasses and look keenly..They are fighting. And make sure you pray well for both of them as none is backing out soon. Aman suggested fluttering his brows dramatically.

When all three came out after darshan, they didnt find the bitter enemies, nor they could come out through the way they entered. Aman and Nani didnt reveal to Madhumati that they were fighting. Instead they asked her to collect prashad and they both bypassed the same queues leaving Madhumati behind. And when they came around the temple, they spotted them arguing. Aman and Nani settled down in a corner admiring the way Khushi stood with her chin up giving Arnav tough time.

You have to hook THIS LAVANYA to your grandson. She is the one who will handle him and show him his ground all the lifetimes not just one. Aman grinned thoroughly enjoying Arnav's frustration.

Her name is Khushi. Nani supplied information with glee smile.

That name reminded him that he needs to meet that catering lady..I will be f*cked if I dont settle it tomorrow. He murmured under his breath.

Kuch kaha? Nani asked with her eyes fixed on the couple.

Nice name..He smiled bringing his attention back to the couple in view.

When Nani saw Arnav not relenting and was sure that he would make move any min, she stepped in to trigger some sparks between them which is when she asked him to tend her wounds. Just as she expected Sparks lit but it just didnt quite hit the nerves of the 2 dumb people involved. When Nani spotted Madhumati approaching, Aman and Nani turned to her almost blocking her from the budding romance. But they were not quite successful when Madhumati peeked over Nani shoulder and spotted Khushi standing close to Arnav holding his lapels. A smile escaped her lips but soon faltered. And thats the sight shook the ladies, Arnav's blood dripping from his fingers and flowing onto Khushi's partition perfectly on the right spot. The ladies exchanged glances and let out an uncomfortable smile. When Aman gave questioning look to Nani, she smiled and winked at him almost throwing him off the balance. Madhumati failed to see Kara on Khushi's hands and when she spotted blood on her face, she panicked and was about to rush to them when Nani assured Madhumati that Khushi is safe where she is and took her away for little chat leaving Aman to guard them.

Soon things went out of control which is when Aman rushed to them and tried to stop the fight but ended up defending his friend. Nobody, nobody in this world has any right to judge his friend. He deserved and will always deserves better. On that note, he dragged Arnav away leaving Khushi to her own.

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Madhumati came rushing to cottage after not finding Khushi in the temple. She slammed the doors open and noticed Khushi sitting on the bed tiredly with her eyes closed leaning against the headboard.

Buaji came rushing to her, seeing her in the same attire and her forehead covered in dried patches of blood. She patted her cheeks and felt relieved when Khushi woke up squinching her eyes.

Buaji, you are here? I was waiting for you. Khushi said stifling her yawn with her locked up wrists, which is when Buaji registered her condition. She looked too fragile and panicked seeing Khushi's hands like that.

Yeh kya hai? How did you get into this like this?

Nothing..woh...Khushi got up in pretense to look for something.

Khushi, who did this?

Nobody Buaji. I found this kara on the street. I was amazed to see how big this is and was intrigued to check if this would fit my wrists and look it did fit. She said with glee smile. The smile which appears on Khushi's face when she lies to Buaji.

Khushi never shared any problem or trouble she had with Buaji. Being the single mother, she worked so hard to support 2 girls which is why Khushi made sure her problems, her encounters with cheap men were always kept in dark, which is another reason Khushi turned out strong enough to protect and manage herself without being burden on anyone else emotionally or physically.

Understanding her discomfort in telling truth, Madhumati let the matter go and spoke in hurt, Are you planning to wear them all your life long that way?

Khushi understood that Buaji didnt believe any word of hers and spoke barely above whisper. I needed your help to take me out of these.

It took lot of effort to take that thick metal off her wrists. She was barely able to move her hands. Thick blue ring formed around her swollen wrists signifying blood clot. She masked her pain and excused herself to bathroom while Madhumati lost in her thoughts to talk to her about what she saw earlier.

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Aman didnt reveal what happened to Nani as he didnt wanted her to be upset. He evaded the topic saying Arnav is suffering from bad headache which is why he locked himself up since afternoon.

But Nani knew too much about Arnav to believe that. She knew he is in pain otherwise he would never lock himself for so many hours and also she needed to speak to him about something she saw in the afternoon.

Ignoring Aman's suggestions, she knocked at his door. And when she heard no response, she whined in her typical charming tone. Boyfriend, I am missing you. Can I see you just once pleassshhh?

The next moment the door opened with his eyes squinted with sudden of throw of external light on his face. He was in dark room with absolutely no light.

Nani stepped in turning on the lights as he went back to his bed and laid on his stomach. She sat next to him, caressing his hair. I know you are upset but I dont know why and I want to know why. Could you share it with me? She asked sweetly.

I am not upset Nani was his mumbled reply.

Nani felt sad that he never shares anything with her or with anybody as a matter of fact. Changing the topic conveniently, You didnt eat anything since morning. You know that its not good for your health.

Not hungry. Was his moody answer.

Then something is definitely wrong. Brushing her fingers in his hair, she spoke convincingly like how a mother explains her child, Sometimes somethings get out of control and happen beyond any reason unintentionally or unknowingly. Its better to push them aside and carry on with life.

He shot open his eyes remembering her words, The people on earth would have lived in peace and felt much better in your absence.

Not if those are instilled in every drop of your blood. He said curtly.

But that blood always gets purified.

He remained silent. How will he tell that even his purified blood carries grits of pain thats pricks every corner it travels through his body and soul. That will only die along with him.

Whatever is bothering you, its not worth your time and mental peace. Come, we will eat.

You havent eaten yet? He shot his head up and asked her.

Not without you! She pouted.

Kya girlfriend? Come lets go. He dragged her out to the table where a monkey in the name of Aman Verma is already waiting with sunken eyes.

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Khushi stood in the bathroom and looked shocked to see herself in the mirror. She tried to raise her hands to touch her forehead but they didnt co-operate. She closed her eyes remembering how he tended her bruises. Ironically, she forgot the fact that he was the reason for her bruises.

He was hurt too. Realization slowly dawned upon her as she remembered seeing his knuckles bleed and soaking her forehead. She looked at her hands, her pallu, her belly, her skirt completely stained in blood. His blood. She murmured unconsciously. With great difficulty, she took the blood stained fabric between her fingers to feel his dried up blood.

She empathize with him who is going through the similar pain on his hands.

Strenuously, she pulled her wrists under the water only to hiss in tremendous pain.

Khushi, rush up. We need to catch bus in an hour. We have to stop for medical shop to treat your wrists and grab some food on the way as well. Madhumati called from outside.

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Arnav couldnt manage to tear the roti into bits as his knuckles gave up. He let out low groan in pain. And when Nani offered to feed him, he refused and started eating with his left hand. He never like pampered, served or fed. Not once he let anyone do that for his own personal reasons.

While Aman was briefing about their tomorrow's trip to Hyderabad, Arnav silently munched on his bites while his eyes focused on the knuckles. That reminded him of her wrists locked in his kara.

She must be in pain. His mind prompted remembering how tight the metal was around her wrists. Unknowingly concern took over all other emotions in his eyes.

Then he remembered how she struggled to the last sec without giving up. A small smile appeared on his lips in her appreciation.

Then came her words ringing loud in his ears...Soon anger took over every other emotion in his face and his eyes.

Hyderabad...HITECH City...Friday...

After Nani was sent away to Mumbai this morning, Arnav and Aman flew to Hyderabad in their private jet. Arnav remained unusually silent since yesterday and Aman didnt force him to speak either as he very well knew he just needed space for sometime.

While Aman thought that Arnav is silent remembering Khushi's words, Arnav was deeply engrossed remembering Nani's words in the morning.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Knowingly or unknowingly, it happened beta. Your blood and your fingers did what a groom will typically be doing to make a bride his wife. She became your wife that very moment. I strongly believe that whatever happened is happened for good and its pure blessing from God.

Things and customs change from time to time Nani. You very well know, nothing of that sort was intended. I dont believe in marriage and even if I did, she will definitely not be the chosen one. You should stop giving any importance to that. That day is over and I dont prefer to see her again in my life.

What an illogical conclusion? Marriage and that too with her..Damn Ms. Posy. he swore...And in the whole fiasco of fight with her, Arnav forgot about the dance teacher. As Aman steered the car towards the catering lady, Arnav called Ashu to get her teacher's phone number but the she apologized saying she needs her permission before giving out her phone number. He was impressed, thoroughly impressed with her private life, which is just like his.

Aman wondered why Arnav is enquiring a lady's details and when Aman questioned, all he got was his famous silence. So he didnt dwell in. Aman stopped the car infront of Khushi's Catering office. Arnav stepped out and took in the area but looked annoyed and gave an accusing look to Aman to see the shutter closed. Its Closed.

Aman looked around silently pleading Arnav's mercy. He thanked his stars when his fell on the board that said, Will be back on Friday...

Look, I was right. She should be here today. Aman pointed board to Arnav.

But she is not here today. Whats your plan B? Arnav demanded scrunching his eyebrows behind his brown aviators and walking towards the car.

There is no pla...Aman stopped as he saw the most unexpected person getting down the auto-rickshaw.

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Hyderabad...Friday...

Since Khushi's wrists struggled to co-operate, Madhumati stopped her from working on that day. But Khushi was worried that she already lost 3 days of income which is very needful for kids in WeCare. Finally after lot of pleading, Buaji agreed to Khushi's request to at least visit her catering site to change the board on her return and to mail coupons for her customers as an apology for her sudden absence on today. Buaji warned her not to take her van or bus which is why she reluctantly got into auto, continuously cursing herself for spending so much on the three wheels.

When she tried to get into auto, she winced in pain with the pressure she put on wrist. From there, her thoughts took off on speed jet remembering each and every bitter moment she shared with Arnav, finally landing her thoughts on Buaji's words this morning.

I saw you with him standing close to him. Observing her flushed cheeks, Buaji continued, Not that I minded just to let you know. If you are happy, I am happy,

Buaji, nothing of that sort. He was just..

He was just filling your maang with his blood. Thats it. Isnt it? Buaji asked making Khushi sit on bed.

Ji, thats it... It didnt ring to Khushi.

Good I am happy you accepted it. So when are you guys planning fulfill rest of the formalities?

Formalities? Isme kya formalities? Khushi asked puzzled.

What kind of stupid question is that? Roka [engagement], Haldi, Mehendi, Jaimala..

Wait..stop stop stop...What are you saying?

Thats when Madhumati realized that Khushi had no idea what happened with her. And when she explained, she jerked off the bed.

He was just trying to stop the blood so I didnt stop him. Plus it serves him right for accusing me. And here you are taking it in whole different route.

Khushi, whether you admit it or not, thats how the marriage is written in our culture. I believe he is your husband and you guys are married atleast half way there.

What rubbish Bua? I dont believe in this. You know very well I dont believe in marriage and certainly he will not the one if I chose to marry someday. Please trash these thoughts from your head. It was nothing and meant nothing. She smarted.

Buaji approached her and cupped her cheek. Are you sure there is nothing? She asked her once again for the last tme.

Ofcourse, I will be called insane if I marry him. And please dont bring this topic again. She spoke irritated.

Chalo then. If thats what you want, I am with you. Lets forget about it. Madhumati smiled though she worried inside being conservative in such matters.

Khushi leaned towards the edge of her seat to check herself in the side view mirror of the auto and focused her eyes on her forehead. She remembered how she looked with his blood all over her forehead. She quickly averted her eyes unsure of what she should feel and trust at that point when auto halted infront of her shop. She looked at her swollen wrists and cursed him under his breath...Marriage with Sadist!...As if I got nothing better to do in my life..She muttered referring to whole marriage theory with the Black & White.

She got down of the vehicle to pay the auto-driver and turned to see a car waiting infront of her shop and felt someone's glance on her back.

Khushi? Aman called her name aloud spotting her getting off the auto-rickshaw.

Yeah... Khushi said turning towards the source of voice and was surprised to see Aman standing few feet away.

What are you doing here? was his immediate question.

She scrunched her eyebrows and asked the same question, That applies to you as well. What are YOU doing here?

Ofcourse! I am here to meet the owner of..wait a min..Do you own this? He asked pointing to her shop.

Yeah, any problem? She spoke irritated remembering the whole fight with his friend. She needed a break from his thoughts and here everyone is hell bent to remind her the most pathetic day of her life, She walked away uninterested ignoring Aman's presence.

I am so f*cked up between two. Was his immediate remark looking at Arnav who stood shocked at a distance.

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Arnav opened the passenger side door asking Aman about Plan B when he heard Aman calling Khushi.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around in a jiff to assess the owner before putting his plan into action. Whom he saw stopped his world for a second as she was least expected at that min and moreover he was sure that he would never meet her again. But he realized things are not exactly going by his terms especially when its related to her. Posy is Khushi!!! And then came the huge shock that she is the lady behind the successful business. Soon the shock turned into sly smile as its pay back time and he leaned against his door assessing his enemy thoroughly taking his own sweet time.

She walked to her shop oblivious of Arnav's presence, dressed in simple plain pearl white cotton chudidhar, complemented with brown dupatta loosely draped from her neck to the end of her wrists, pretty much covering her entire frontal frame. Her thick black brown hair neatly plaited with few loose strands cupping her cheek on one side. Her feet covered in flats which seemed to have bought from platform shop. She didnt look like a owner of business in any way to his surprise. She looked more like an employee. His thoughts were shaken when the lock fell from her hand making her shake her wrist in the air. The way she blew air on her wrists taught him that she is in pain. And there she sat for several mins in several poses, trying to get the metal shutter roll up. He watched hoping that she will turn back and ask for help and when she didnt, it clearly portrayed how egoistic, stubborn, and independent lady she is.

The moment Aman learnt Khushi is the owner, he let out naughty smile remembering Nani's words...She is my daughter-in-law. He married her and soon he will realize and thats your job to make him realize. Time to play cupid was his silent words but soon realization dawned how they both tried to kill each other yesterday and he rushed to Arnav and whispered, Arnie, you go. I will handle this deal.

She got way too personal to let her go Aman. I want this business by hook or crook, even if I have to destroy someone's life, I need her business on my name. Get the papers. Arnav instructed Aman to get the paperwork from Car and he moved towards her to make use of the situation to mock at her.

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Khushi walked to the shop unaware that a pair of eyes were fixed on her. She settled on her knees and struggled hard for few secs to twist the key into lock and unlock it. And when she did, she wriggled her wrist in the air, blowing air from her mouth to soothe the pain. She stood on her feet and bent down to lift the shutter. She used one hand, didnt work. She used both hands, didnt succeed that way either. Her eyes welled up in physical pain as she put tremendous pressure on her wrists. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes to gather all her strength to lift the shutter and to her surprise the next second she felt a hand slipped into the shutter handle enveloping her hand.

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While Aman was busy gathering paperwork from car, Arnav removed his shades and walked towards her with intention to mock the life out of her, basically insult her for no reason. He was mad, how dare she say such words yesterday when she is not sure how that would have affected him.

But as he leaned down next to her, he keenly watched how she shut her eyes in pain still struggling to get the shutter up. He forgot what he came for and involuntarily slipped his right palm into the handle encasing her hand, which is when he noticed the severity of bruises on her wrists and at that same moment she happened to look at him feeling his touch.

Black & White? She murmured under her breath in shock seeing him sitting next to her in his navy blue shirt neatly tucked under grey suit complimented with white and grey striped tie. Her jaw literally dropped to the ground wondering what he is doing there.

She muttered in shock audible enough to his ears but he showed no acknowledgement. He caught her wrists with his left hand and tried to free the handle off her grip but she adamantly held onto them, silently conveying she doesnt need his help. Then her eyes fell on his knuckles tightly wrapped in white plaster. Soon her anger turned to empathy and she spoke in much calmer tone than yesterday, I dont need your help..I can manage.

Ignoring her words, he tried once again without looking at her. And this time, she tightened her hold on the handle with no intention to back off, losing her temper. I said leave me alone. She spoke angrily.

Taking deep breath, with clenched jaw, he spoke in menacing tone, I dont have all day to stand and wait for you to open this damn thing. He tried to free her hand again but she didnt relent instead she added nastily, How many times should I say not to touch me? I dont like you touching me. Its its...DISGUSTING...

OUCH, that wounded his ego...Here he is trying to help and she is showing attitude. He swore under his breath when he heard her say disgusting. He lost his cool that very moment and muttered to her ears..I will show you how disgusting I can get... and he encircled his fingers tightly on her swollen wrists emphasizing his words. Instantly she moaned in pain, shutting her eyes tightly, she pressed her face sideways against her shoulder in his direction. Her face was barely an inch away from his. Her forehead contracted, eyes squinched tightly, nose scrunched, and lips twitched in discomfort. Every facial feature of hers expressed her pain. He couldnt see so much discomfort in her face and slowly eased his grip barely brushing her skin as he read her face, looking at her closed eyes.

The moment her wrists were freed, slowly relaxing her contracted brows, she looked up to see his eyes that are now softened with care and no traces of anger. She felt his eyes shifting from her eyes to her forehead that severed a rupture and finally halting & lingering on her partition. She wondered if he was talked about the so-called accidental marriage between them. The moment he looked into her eyes again and shifted his gaze to the partition confirmed her doubts that he indeed is thinking about the same she was thinking. Instantly, she turned away, prohibiting him from looking at her, each remembering what their respective elders told about them being already married.

Why are you here? She asked with her eyes focused on his bruised knuckles.

You will know soon. Was his curt reply.

I will not allow any strangers into my place unless I am aware of their appropriate intentions.

I dont need a reason to enter my property. You are just a tenant renting this place which belongs to AR Ventures, which is owned by Arnav Singh Raizada and THAT UNFORTUNATELY HAPPENED TO BE ME! With that he grabbed her wrists and removed them from the handle and swiftly rolled the shutter up startling her with what he just said.

Arnav Singh Raizada? He is Mr. Raizada? Owner of AR Ventures? Payal's boss? Is he here to chuck me out because I offended him yesterday? Was her first thought as she stepped in. She turned around to question him again about the sudden show-up but noticed him already seated in a chair, with his knees crossed, a dark blue file in his left hand, a red pen in his right hand, giving occasional nods to whatever Aman was explaining to him. He looked nothing short of a shrewd businessman.

What are you doing here? Is there anythere else you need to tie around me? She said in mocking tone referring to her wrists, totally irritated at their audacity to sit infront of her and totally ignoring her as if she didnt exist.

Arnav shifted his eyes to her wrists to take one more look but she immediately dropped her dupatta covering them, silently conveying he has no right to look at her. And he got the message to the T.

Aman hearing her question, answered impulsively as Nani's words kept lingering in his mind, Yeah Mangalsutra!!! Two heads snapped back at him, one glowering and the other raising brows threatening him to watch his words.

Sorry I was just thinking about someone else. I meant business ties. He tried to cover it up.

Khushi narrowed her eyes and looked at Arnav for explanation. Would you both care to explain what business ties you are talking about? She asked angrily crossing her arms at her midriff.

Delectable Morsel...Arnav started getting down straight to business without looking at her, as if he is talking to wall. Started 3 years go...revenue at large exceeding the expenses, costs, and taxes. First business I have heard gaining profits in less than 3 months. Impressive!!! He stressed on P for emphasis. What started off as 5lakh business is now worth 30lakhs. My offer 60lakhs, the operational costs, expenses, taxes will be handled by me including the profits and losses. And you will work as AR Ventures employee-cum-manager. Basically, you will be doing the same thing you are doing now but the business will be under my name and you should act per my instructions. He slammed the file close as he gave her a stern stare.

Ge..Before she could say Get Out, she was interrupted...

Uhuh..Dont say Get Out..Before the word Out comes off your mouth, you will be chucked out of my property breaking the lease. And I know how to come around for breaking the contracts. So there is really not an option for you here unless you wanna discuss counter offers which I am absolutely fine with. Arnav said shifting himself to more relaxed position.

She silently walked towards the corner and lighted the gas to prepare coffee, while they observed her in surprise. Khushi needed that time to mentally plan her strategy to show his ground. This business had always been her dream and life which she cannot afford to lose it any cost. This is the main bread winner to feed the kids in WeCare and to save money for Payal's marriage. She couldnt afford to lose it. She needs to come up with something that strikes him hard. He is good with words and extremely well versed in his business tactics. She understood by then and she must take her next step calculatively.

What is she doing? Why didnt she react? I dont remember asking coffee, did you? Aman poured his set of questions confused at what Khushi is doing.

She is buying time to plan her next move. Coffee is just an excuse. Arnav muttered audible enough to just Aman.

With great difficulty, supporting her one wrist under the other, she poured coffee into three cups and carried the tray with strenuous effort. Her hands shaking all the way she walked to them. Did he hurt her that bad? was his first question that popped looking at the way she struggled to carry the tray. Another question immediately followed, If so, why dont she voice her pain? He got up from his seat and took the tray from her hands forcibly even though she resisted. She swore under her breath as she didnt like him taking control over her at every step.

Arnav gestured his hand to stop her when She was about to pick up the cup to give it to Arnav, while Aman on the other hand volunteered himself to grab a cup. He took the first sip and complimented, Out of the world, best coffee I ever tasted, to which Khushi gave a nod of acknowledgment.

While Khushi was busy with lifting her own cup, Arnav gave him warning glare, to which Aman leaned and whispered, I bet on my life You will regret it later. Its phenomenal. Try it. He goaded Arnav.

When Khushi offered the cup again, Arnav said in his deep voice, I dont drink coffee.

Aman instantly pitched in, Correction, he doesnt drink sugared coffee.

Khushi looked at Arnav and spoke slyly, So I was right...only people who are compassionate will understand the meaning of sugar, sweet, kind, tender, and sympathy in life. I am not surprised that your uncompassionate friend doesnt take sugar. Totally justifies him...This anyway doesnt have sugar in it. She pointed to the third cup as she finished her little observation looking at him from the rim of her cup.

Arnav shook his head and let out a sly laugh...I think you were too engrossed in strategizing your counter offer that you forgot, you were about to hand me the cup you are drinking now. Which means, he snatched the cup from her hands and took a sip out of her coffee cup casually, shocking Aman, there is no sugar in your coffee as well. That makes you as uncompassionate as I am.

These 2 idiots get engrossed in fight so much that they dont realize the romantic stuff happening between them. Aman shook his head in dismay and smirked when he found Arnav closing his eyes relishing the coffee on his taste buds. Thats Arnav's way of complimenting anything thats just too exceptional and phenomenal. And as Aman expected, the cup didnt leave Raizada's hands until the last drop warmed his throat.

She looked bewildered wondering how thats even possible, when Aman spoke, You forgot to add sugar Ms. Khushi.

And you shouldnt be drinking if you are not capable enough to hold a cup evenly! Arnav retorted to her earlier comment of I-can-manage lecture she gave while opening the shutter.

What are these people? Are they businessmen or detectives? Nervous lines clearly showed up on her forehead.

So what have you decided Ms. Khushi? Arnav provoked her, not giving her easy time.

But she was clear what she wanted and she spoke confidently.

I feed atleast 300 people every afternoon, that includes my customers, my employees, my family and few special people in my life. So how much can you offer me for the amount of satisfaction I get earning my own money and spending that on these people..what do you have to offer me in compensation? She asked now it was her turn to sit back and enjoy.

What do you have in mind? Came his direct question.

If I sell this to you, I will be left with 60laks, and monthly income and I have to slog under you. She leaned forward making her point, I grew this business to 600% in 3 years and I am sure at this rate I would soon hit crores club and might even start franchisees.

Come to the point. He goaded her irritated.

I will sell this to you if you make me partner of AR Ventures, with equal rights and equal share. She said bravely.

Aman coughed up heavily at ridiculous counter offer, while Arnav laughed out loud mockingly. Its good to be greedy in business but not to the extent that it will eat you alive. You sound more like fool than a businesswoman.

When a greedy billionaire fool like you could come to my door step for 30 lak business, I dont see anything wrong in getting greedy for billions. She said angrily for being referred as fool.

This girl is teaching me the spelling of patience. He thought taking deep breath to control his riled up anger. I dont accept your offer neither I will any other of yours in the future. You just lost your chance. I am giving you 3 days time to accept. Otherwise, be prepared to get kicked out. Saying that he stood up to leave to be stopped by her.

I am not fool to let this go. Its my life and I wont let anyone touch my life without my permission. I will fight till my last breath. She spoke firmly.

Then be prepared to take last breath as I am not backing down even if that means to destroy your everything. He started to walk but stopped again hearing her question,

Why are you doing this?

He turned around and came closer but she didnt take a step backward nor flinched, instead she stood rooted to her spot with her chin up, You rubbed me wrong way Ms. Posy. This has become way too personal now. I wont rest till you fail...Good Luck! You need it alot... Saying that he walked away without turning back, ignoring her words on his back, I wont let you win Mr. Black & White!

Khushi stomped her feet and walked inside her shop. It irked her that he remained cool, calm and composed even when she tried to break and provoke him. She was expecting him to lose control with rage and leave like yesterday but he totally surprised her with his cold demeanor. Little did she know that he never loses his temper or cool when he deals business. Thats the only time one who could witness most calm, and rooted Arnav Singh Raizada.

Aman had no option but to leave along with Arnav. He is worried and he needs to speak to Nani ASAP.

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