What the f*ck is this new drama? This is not what I expected? Adarsh Singh Raizada threw the amber liquid crashing the crystal glass into million pieces on the floor.
Adi (Adarsh Singh Raizada), a scoundrel behind the scenes and a malicious person who devoted his entire life trying to smackdown Arnav Singh Raizada and his shielded web of reputation, has plotted yet another wicked crime to smatter Arnav off his power.
Generally in reel or real life, HERO is always supreme and superior but if an audience puts their logical mind to work its the VILLAIN who is constantly working his attacks planning and always staying on top of what his enemy, his adoptive brother ASR is upto. Jealousy of his adoptive brother's achievements, Possessiveness towards the Raizada name that Arnav freely acquired led Adi to develop extremely cruel feelings against Arnav. But Adi has been inordinately smart enough not to show his hidden grudge as he knew he will belong nowhere if Arnav comes to know of his real intentions. At least that's what he deluded, if only Adi knew to what great extent Mr. ASR is aware of the world around him, who sleeps with his mind open.
Adi had been working hard for past one year to acquire the country's largest internet retailer eShopping, with the hope that he will be proven as the most eligible President of AR Ventures, compared to Arnav. His mind acted greedy and opted to take unethical route as usual to win over Arnav. He bribed the every known person in the to-be-acquired company and his last step was to impress the Vice-president of the eShopping company by supplying the most beautiful, pleasant and untouched glass beauty Payal Krishna. Every single thing was going according to his well-laid plan until this afternoon when he received a call from his private media source that instead of Payal, her sister will be going to Taj to expose them. First panic hit him and he soon called the vice-president of the retailer company to hold off the meet until further notice. As he sat down for hours brushing and grueling his wicked mind, he sketched a perfect plan to defame Arnav. Instantly he fell in love with the opportunity and the lady (Khushi) who is unknowingly doing the biggest favor to Adi, which is when he made 2 phone calls.
First to Arnav requesting him to attend the meeting on his behalf, lying that he is out of station.
Second to the Vice-President of eShopping, explaining the situation and asking him to go to Taj at 4:30 instead of 4, so that Adi and client can cover their a*ses and prove that the meeting was genuine and they had nothing to do with the girl, just in case media mistakes Arnav in the mean time.
Adi was on cloud nine, when his adoptive brother with bare chest was aired on TV, which never happened until today..He said cheers to himself pouring himself a drink. But that didnt last long. Before the blink of his eye the tables turned once his brother called the lady in frame as his wife.
How the hell can she be his wife? Adi continued raking his fingers through his hair in frustration, glaring at the TV screen paused at Khushi's face. Is she the one who was mentioned in newspapers? He grabbed the article to see if he could find the lady's name. He immediately called his private source from whom he was waiting on the details of Arnav's so called hatke marriage. When he got nothing concrete in response, he growled angrily in frustration as no name was either mentioned in newspaper nor known to his source and he resumed watching with gritted teeth and enraged eyes.
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The Taj Mahal Palace...Mumbai
Will you guys excuse us for a moment? I would like to have a word with Khushi. He said casually pulling his vest down his chest to cover his abs.
While Khushi shot warning glare, Aman almost pleaded in his gesture not to mess anything at this moment, and the reporter looked at everyone with constipated face. Arnav who clearly understood their unspoken words, said chuckling..
What? He questioned throwing his hands in the air, shaking his head...I REALLY WANNA HAVE A PRIVATE MOMENT WITH MY GORGEOUS WIFE NOW!
If Khushi thought she could twist his knuckles and trap him, it was nothing but her foolishness and ignorance of his astute brain. All three pairs of eyes shot at him in surprise. While Aman recovered pretty soon with invisible smirk, Khushi looked flustered & quite flabbergasted and the reporter stood numb envisioning his death in the penthouse suite. Wife? Is she his wife? Were the screams he heard his boss screaming at the other end.
It is so inappropriate. How dare he declare me as his wife infront of the whole country. Male chauvinistic pig to hide his truth..She thought and she charged to give him her piece of mind, I AM NOT YOUR WIFE..She barked and thought she did pretty good job denying his words and expected a negative reaction from him but his smile stayed intact on his lips..there was not even a subtle ire seen in him, if only she knew how his cold blood is boiling within.
Didnt I tell you Aman, Khushi denies our relation when she is bottlenecked with ire. Arnav chuckled. By that statement Aman understood where this is leading to and if there is anyone in the room who is thoroughly enjoying this new rom-com between two enemies, that has to be undoubtedly Aman. He so wished Nani was there with bag of popcorn to accompany him.
Arnav continued bringing Aman out of his thoughts...I wonder why she does that..But she looks cute whenever she ignores me like she has never seen me before...Khushi's jaw literally dropped to the floor while Aman imagined hard how romantic Arnav could get in future with Khushi.
How could he turn everything upside down just like that. Totally not acceptable. And before Khushi could process her thoughts, taking slow but powerful strides, Arnav closed the distance between him and Khushi and took her right wrist in his left hand without giving her enough time to react. Speaking flirtatiously, I dont think these guys will be moving out anytime soon, guess we have to wait until we reach home for some privacy, he twisted her right hand to her back and pulled her closer to his side frame. Anyone noticing their stance would think that Khushi is giving him side hug, if only they know how much pain she is going through behind her back.
She writhed in his grip and squirmed evidently which didnt go unnoticed to the channel head and he whispered into the bluetooth...Maintain the visual..she is struggling. And the reporter obliged.
Arnav took few steps away from reporter and walked from left to right and then from right to left still holding Khushi. And as he expected, the reporter literally tailed him unknowingly confirming the camera angle to Arnav. Now that Arnav is aware of the camera angle, and the microphone hooked to the reporter's button, Arnav took deep breath ready to play this further in all glory.
Arnav looked at her with a smirk sensing her defeat on the way, his levelled nails brutally biting into her already bruised wrist. What the hell you think you are doing? She mumbled in pain.
I am spelling the true meaning of "stripping to nothing". While you are bunch of boastful words, I am all about actions. Dont you already see? His whispered menacingly wearing happy smile on his lips.
They are not audible enough. Get closer...The reporter's boss barked into his bluetooth.
Dont you dare do anything like that, You hear? She warned placing her free hand on his chest to push him away.
Dare I do it! You just wait and watch..he whispered cupping her hand on his chest fondly stopping her push just in time and after a brief pause, he ended with smirk and the most sweetest word he ever said in his lifetime and that too aloud, SWEETHEART. He said casually, wrapping her dupatta onto her torn sleeve to cover her as much as possible. All the anger on her face whirled away and She looked at him confused and perplexed with his gesture and her mind hobbled in confusion. While his one hand wrapped her in deathgrip, other hand shielded her barely-revealing skin from the world watching her. Again COMPLEX & COMPLICATED...TOO COMPLICATED. She drew an inference.
While she tried to read his hostile eyes, he hatched his next move replaying her words ever since he spotted her in the suite...He was not sure how much was and is being telecasted but tried his best to remember keywords of their conversation. Something about her sister, she was supposed to come and he is being accused for calling her. He needs to cover it up before the media before she talks more crap about him.
And he further continued twisting her wrist in forbidding grip, This is reporter..Arnav paused and gave a questioning glance..perspiration clearly visible on the reporter's forehead and subconsciously blurted out I am Aman from MNC Sir...Khushi was stumped once again unable to understand whats happening and how the hell he came to know that he is being filmed and that the man infront is reporter..She started losing her mind as her plan backfired and She couldnt help but curse the reporter with the worst choice of words she could ever choose in her life.
Yes that's right, I totally forgot. Arnav extended his hand to the man..Do I need to introduce myself? He asked in very intimidating tone, forming sly smile on his lips and the reporter literally peed in his pants understanding the underlying meaning of his threat. At the other end, the reporter could hear Mr. Shukla cursing what the heck is happening.
You see my man over there, his name is Aman too...Arnav smiled and threw friendly fist in air to Aman.
Aman couldnt help but acknowledge with smirk at his buddy's reluctant playful mood...He genuinely felt sad for the reporter and dont even ask about Khushi..She will have her dedicated uninterrupted one-on-one session. For sure. Aman sighed.
Ah, so Mr. Aman, I think we should stop our shoot at this now. This is such a bad idea, I thought my wife would like the surprise of being filmed together. But I guess not. Arnav turned to Khushi, focusing his enraged eyes on her confused ones while his lips constantly played a smile, mocking her in every way possible.
What the hell is he talking? Was all the reporter heard from his boss at the other end while Khushi thought along the same lines. Break the coverage and squeeze in advertisements. The channel head further ordered.
Arnav continued his charm looking at her fondly, Alright..I give up...I agree I should have told you everything before...You know that I dont believe in all these superficial things but since these mean so much to you, I called your sister to plan surprise for you to know your likes and dislikes.
There he is as*hole, finally coming around. Khushi was still in daze, well not for good reasons and was satisfied and anxiously waited for him to continue, if only she knew his cruel mind...Wait, what did he just say? Surprise for me? What in the world is he talking about? She creased her forehead, cocked her eyebrows evidently expressing her confusion.
She is a very private person and I dont think my wife is comfortable with publicizing our life nor she is presently in good mood to consider my surprise as you can see...So, I guess that ends our Valentine's Day special segment. While Khushi looked at him baffled unable to understand the way he changed her well-planned sting set into his impromptu newly-wedded-couple interview cum valnetine's day special segment, he gave final statement focusing his eyes on the reporter.
This is very new to us. Hope you all understand. Do you want to say anything sweetheart? Curving his lips in lopsided smirk, he asked casually, infact too casually as far as what Aman knows of ASR.
She was about to wriggle from his hold and say something in protest...when he tightened his grip on her back and leaned to her hair whispering in dangerous tone, One word, if you say one word, I promise I will make the mockery out of your life, right here, right at this very second. I am sure you are smart enough to understand it by now.
That did the job. She is here to teach him a lesson. She cant afford to become biggest joke on national television. She kept quiet considering worrying about the consequences when Buaji comes to know all this. She stood paralyzed sporting a small smile and shook her head NO in response to his repeated question, Do you want to say something?
Thank You everyone for watching us. He signed off and reporter could hear her boss shouting stop airing them...Arnav played his cards well, in fact too well and now its channel's headache to explain to viewers.
Security? Arnav yelled. When the security guy rushed in, Please escort him to the restaurant and make sure he is taken good care of. And thats how he dismissed the reporter.
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Wife? Valentine's day? My foot! What a cunning bas***d? Adi threw the alcohol bottle on the marble floor before he rushed out in frustration.
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Raizada Mansion...Mumbai..
It was around 5PM Anjali walked in to find Nani dancing her hips away with her eyes focused on the TV paused at Arnav and Khushi face. Anjali looked at Arnav and a stranger next to him and then looked at Nani. She sighed as Nani didnt even register Anjali's entry. But as she turned to go, Nani stopped her and stuffed mithai screaming Thats your bhabhi...he just announced on national television that she is his wife.
He got married? Anjali thought without voicing her question as she thought better off it and started moving towards her room uninterested.
Anjali, you didnt say anything. Nani chided.
I am happy Nani, more for myself, at least now you will have time to look at me and Adi.
Nani stood there with tears observing Anjali's retreating form.
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The Taj Mahal Palace, Mumbai...
As soon the reporter left the room, Khushi gathering all her strength, placing her free hand on his chest tried to push Arnav. But Arnav didnt move an inch and held her more firmly. Had he used another thread of pressure, her wrist would have definitely broken but being as adamant and stubborn as he is, she sucked down the pain between her gritted teeth.
Arnav in his threatening voice, said giving warning glares to Khushi, Aman, schedule press conference in 3 hours at my penthouse...He decided to meet the press before they tweak the reality and publish millions of made-up stories. Out of the blue, He declared and introduced a middle-class-non-celebrity, not to forget probably his worst enemy as his wife and he was sure people will point why they both spoke to each other rudely at the start and before they cook spicy gossips, he decided to give a statement.
And get the car to the back door entrance, we will come down in few mins.
Arnie, not here..lets...Aman tried to make sense.
Arnav cut him off and literally barked startling Khushi, Leave NOW and Please Get the goddamn car.
Aman knew Arnav is not in his senses and there is no point trying to save Khushi from him not this time, because Arnav will make sure just the opposite happens and in fact more worse. In this situation, Arnav is right and Aman has no chance or reason to defend Khushi, afterall its all about ASR IMAGE in the society. Aman sighed and walked towards the door.
While Arnav shifted his gaze to the door momentarily, Khushi grabbed the golden opportunity and pushed him with all her might and ran towards the exit as Aman closed the door on her face but not before saying, YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG GUY..With that Aman left the couple alone.
The doors were solid, sturdy, humongous and best in wood quality, She couldn't even twist the handle properly with the bruises on her wrists...She started banging the door screaming to open when Arnav grabbed her elbow and dragged her inside ferociously and slammed her skinny frame against the rough vintage wall...
As her sharp shoulder blades came in contact with the cold rough dramatic patches on the wall, she hissed in pain tightly shutting her eyes for some mercy from her own body...
He laid his hands on her either side against the wall and breathed rage onto her face...She opened her eyes to glare at him but his eyes were more powerful and threatening. She prepared herself leveling her chin up confidently and straightening her back expecting the impending storm any moment.
YOU messed with the most powerful asshole of your life. 3 Hours, in 3 hours I will make you do all those that you have never done in your life, starting with your apology on national television and ending with warming up my bed...Surprisingly, she wasnt too shocked to hear him ask her to sleep with him. What else can she expect from him, she thought. If he could do to her sister, he very well can do the same thing to any woman. She thought. She needed to get out but there is no way, not without showing him his ground for his sickening threats.
She pushed him and shouted on top of her voice as he stumbled few feet backwards, How dare you threaten me to sleep with you? You think I and my sister will oblige to whatever you ask holding bunch of n*...She paused as she couldnt use the words she wanted to use not for her sister...His eyes contracted and narrowed unable to understand where this suppositious sister came from.
She continued charging onto him but he remained unmoved, confusion evident on his face...I cant believe one can stoop so low just to take over a business which is peanuts compared to what you already have. I am warning you Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, she wriggled her finger infront of his face, if I wish, if I truly wish, I can edit your images and post them nude on web..I am sure people will be more interested in you than in my own sis...Before she finished, his rough palm cupped her nape and pulled her fiercely, scraping her soft skin against his taut chest.
Kya kaha tumne? [What did you just say?] He asked menacingly taking the phone she is holding in her hands and threw it on the floor breaking into pieces.
Khushi didnt realize the condition of her phone in rage, I said, in your favorite words, I am going to F*CK your image, your reputation, your power, your everything. She said between her gritted teeth.
He chuckled wryly and she looked flabbergasted with his reaction. As far she knew she was sure she didnt joke anything but his lips slowly turned into roguish smile, Just to revive your short term memory loss, you have already quite miserably failed f*cking my image and etc etc etc...with your stinking planning. And with respect to your earlier statement "stripping me to nothing", let me show you how exactly it is done ON MY BED and AT MY WILL after all I am all about actions...
Khushi eyes shot more daggers repulsively and before she could come back with counter, he gripped her arms firmly and spoke in his perilous tone, I planned to be of your death for only tonight. But looks like you want more than just that Ms. POSY. I swear, if I dont become the terror of your life, My name is not Arnav. Singh. Raizada.
With that he held her elbow and dragged her out of the suite with grim determination while she tried all her bones to stop him. Dragging her mercilessly he collided to the Vice-president of eShopping.
Mr. Raizada, Good to meet you.
Do I know you? Arnav barked.
Well, I guess I do. Let me introduce myself...
Whoever you are..Later...I am in hurry. With that they disappeared the next second and the vice-president was content. Just Happy more than he imagined.
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The Raizada Penthouse...
While Aman stayed back at the Taj to grab Arnav's personal items from his suite, Arnav drove Khushi to his penthouse apartment. Arnav came around to open the door for Khushi...CHIVALRY personified!...and untied her wrists... Uhuh INSOLENCY personified! Thats right, unable to bear her screams, and constant threats to jump off of the car, he had to use her own dupatta to tie her hands twisted backwards hugging the backrest.
He pulled her out of his steel grey Range Rover and dragged her into the 50 story building and then to the elevators.
Chodh dho mujhe..Where are you taking me? She tried to scream infront of the building security team but none interfered and royally ignored courtesy the name tag ASR. She felt weak in his grip as if she could lose her consciousness any moment now scraping her each foot against the ground to stop him.
Arnav opened his penthouse door with thundering noise and Stella his maid came rushing out of the kitchen and startled to see unknown female in the house...
Stella OUT! Arnav commanded looking around for something and Stella quietly slipped out pitying the unknown lady.
The moment Stella left them alone, Arnav left Khushi momentarily to lock the door. Taking this opportunity, Khushi ran around the house like maniac trying to escape and finally she ended up in kitchen when he reached the same room.
Dont come near me. She screamed walking backwards scraping herself against the cabinet wall.
Arnav stood with his arms folded at his chest.
I will not allow you to touch me. Go away. She shouted on top of her voice.
Stop trying. There is no escape from me. He walked towards her and her hands fumbled against the pile of cut vegetables. As his steps neared, she went around the kitchen island and threw the cutting board and the pile of vegetables onto him. He jumped to his left in reflexive motion to escape the knife stuck in the half-cut onion but ended up hitting his forehead against one of the cabinet door handle. The sharp wooden artistically designed handle pierced through the delicate skin of his left eye lid and a stream of blood ran down the side of his face.
Are you out of your mind? He screamed from the other end of the island and his face contorted expressing tremendous pain.
For a moment, Khushi trembled seeing him in that state. But as he took a swift leap across the island to reach her, she grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors which was neatly tucked in its stand on the island.
I said dont come near me. She warned him as he stood just a feet away.
Khushi, dont be stupid. Drop it.
I..I pro..mise I will at..tack you, Ste..step back. She fumbled nervously.
You already did, if you havent realized. He bellowed frustratingly.
Move back..She threatened with few inexperienced moves as she walked backwards away from him.
Khushi..He walked towards her and she gestured shoving it on his face. Easy Lady! He yelled at her narrowly escaping her stab.
More than his threatening voice or his intimidating walk, the blood on his face troubled her. Her gut feeling said he is in deep pain as he kept flickering his lids often..too often demanding her attention. The grip on the tool in her hand loosened for a moment as she assessed his vulnerable condition and was almost about to give up when he did it again. Dammit! She swore.
He saw her trembling, her fingers on the scissors shivered and her eyes kept wandering around his eyes, especially the bruised one. He mentally noted that she is thinking about something else but attack. He grabbed the moment and closed the gap twisting her arms to her back and pulling her flush against him not allowing her to move which is when he heard her mutter Dammit!
Khushi let go of it! He commanded as he tried to take the scissors away from her hands leaning over her shoulder...
YOU first let go of me...Khushi held onto it squirming in his forbidding hold while her face reluctantly buried in the crook of his neck to gain some control over her wrists..
She was in excruciating pain and that was clearly evident to him when she involuntarily rested her forehead against his chest as gesture of gathering her strength into her wrists...While his mind was busy working his hands on her wrists, something unknown in his chest wandered unsettled and discomposed the moment she leaned against him. Inadvertently, his chest that was out and up softened and a huge mass in it radiated much needed warmth comforting her, and his feet in their own accord took few inches closer supporting her entire frame. She leaned forward unwittingly, resting her whole against his that stood tall and as strong as pillar for her..just for her...at the very needy moment...
That precise moment, she released the scissors giving up the battle, and slumping her tired frame against him in defeat. While her mind felt angry and cried bitterly at her defeat, her exhausted and unnerved heart found solace under his warm touch...scratch that it was more than just a touch, if only they knew its their first embrace.
And then it happened, she let go of her grip, her body turned lifeless, her shoulders drooped, her head soused clumsily and when her feet gave up completely, he held her firm and in place calling her name concernedly, Khushi?
There was no response, she was sinking down to floor heavily when he tightened his elbows against her hips and he wrapped his one arm tightly against her waist while his free hand automatically reached for her face and lifted her chin.
And there it goes again, History repeated one more time between them, as he stood rooted to his ground, his eyes found himself again on her..on her forehead...on her maang...one more drop trickled down his face and landed cozily on her sacred partition. And then next drop followed. He had no idea how many secs or mins he stood there gazing at her as his blood filled her maang again and again without putting much effort. For the first time in the evening, he noticed her dressed in champagne color anarkali suit with red and green border looked no less than a telugu bride who usually dresses up in such similar colors like half-white or pale yellow attire on the day of marriage for the final rituals of wedding. For those like Arnav Singh Raizada who are unaware, it is also the same color a telugu bride wears for their first night to consummate their marriage.
The sight infront of him disrupted his lifetime composure as a huge mass in his chest fazed, worried, disturbed, and disconcerted. He wasnt sure what that was but it made a bloody difference.
He lifted her hanging arm and secured it around his neck. With his left arm securing her upper body, he locked his right arm under her knees and scooped her up in a jiffy and unknowingly took her to where she righteously belongs, in his arms, to his bedroom, to his bed... but not before his mind grew into deathly silence for the first time in his life.
And unawarely he fulfilled their first intimate tradition of carrying his bride in his arms, welcoming her into his private den. She looked beautiful, exquisite and perfect match as his bride, snugly fit in his arms, if only he could look at her innocence masked behind her all time dont-you-dare attitude, if only she could feel his tender touch hidden underneath his every brutal hold.
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