arshi ff: not cut out for love #2, chapters 11 - 20 **completed**

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Posted: 11 years ago

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Originally posted by: ramyarn
This story is so intense. I am waiting for next update.

ramyam,

thank you 😳 tomorrow i really really hope i can.

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chapter 20

khushi sat, distracted, at the dining table. buaji huddled on the sofa, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan and looking at sanka devi with an arch look. behind the visible and familiar exaggerated air of impatience lurked a worry, a concern. something was not alright with her niece madhumati ji was absolutely sure. she had come back looking dejected the night before last after dinner at the raizadas. payaliya looked somewhat down too. but she had recovered yesterday. titaliya, however, had seemed even quieter last night, and now... just look at her!

khushi was actually pushing the food around on her plate and not taking big, hungry, delighted bites of the poori and aloo sabzi that payal had made for breakfast. she poked her index finger into a large hot poori without thinking and as the surface cracked a gush of really hot steam got her finger.

"ow!" she yelped and stuck her finger in her mouth. a little tear sprang to her eyes and rolled down.

"sanka devi," madhumati admonished, "kaa kar rahi ho, hain?!! why aren't you being careful? and why are you crying, the steam of the wretched poori is hot but not that hot either that you start weeping! c'mon c'mon, eat your breakfast and tell me, aaj tum kis kis ko paresaan karne wali ho!! oo aafis ma kaun?... haan, kaun piye ji... unko sataogi ka?!"

(sanka devi... what are you doing?!! why aren't you being careful? and why are you crying, the steam of the wretched poori is hot but not that hot either that you start weeping! c'mon c'mon, eat your breakfast and tell me, who are you going to bother today!! who's there at your office?... yeah, kaun piye ji... will you be hassling him?!)

khushi looked at bua ji with large worried eyes and tried to smile, be herself.

"nahin bua ji, jisko hum satana chahte, woh toh office mein hain hi nahin!" with a quickly summoned chirpiness she replied without thinking and felt an attack of such a dismal feeling the moment the words were out, she almost collapsed into it in a heap of unrestrained tears. she swallowed hard. and looked balefully at the poori. she hated hot things, they only hurt you, and make you cry, and they taste so good... no! they don't! they are awful, bad, khadoos.

(no bua ji, the one i want to bother, he is not in the office!)

she pushed her chair back and stood up suddenly... then rushed to her room and sat down before devi maiyya with the most troubled look ever.

bua ji shook her head in complete puzzlement, then feeling helpless at not being able to understand what exactly was awry and therefore not being able to help with the problem either, she muttered, "hai re nand kissore! who will take care of this mad girl... and also my sweet lovely payaliya... you, oh lord, on you i put all my faith!" after several rounds of touching her forehead with hands joined in supplication, she picked up her long plait and swung it across her neck over the other shoulder.

no one knew the exact length of madhumati ji's hair, for years now an add-on tassle had become part of her formidably long trademark plait, where real hair ended and false nylon strands began no one could guess, perhaps not even the all knowing lord nand kissore himself.

she picked up the phone to call shashi babua, it was time her brother and sister in law made a short trip to delhi. the girls were acting strangely... young women, you couldn't take any chances, once there was oonch neech... something went wrong... almost nothing could set it right. bua ji belonged to a time and a mind set that completely believed in this theory and felt it was for the good of the girls.

***

khushi was in a state she was not used to at all. what was this overcoming her! it must be because of jiji and that awkward awful time with akash ji's mother... mami ji was so difficult, how would jiji cope?!

yes, that must be the reason she was upset. it had nothing to do with the fact that no one had called her yesterday. well actually, akash ji had called her, because he wanted to make sure she was alright and was coming in to work as usual at 9am... he was so sweet, such a sensitive man. he knew her jiji meant the world to her and she was perturbed about the situation.

and yes, kareena and salman had called her to find out something about materials, also about lunch... if she would like to sit with them and eat together.

jon piye ji had called and said he wanted to get some colourful pompoms and where could he get ready made ones, he was in a hurry to create the mock-up of a dress.

and who else had called?

yes, happy ji. he had some urgent work with bua ji but she was out so he wanted to know when she'd be back...

only one person, really... khushi looked at devi maiyya and made a face, "humey koi faraq nahin padta! haan, devi maiyya, i don't care if people don't call... i am fine... i am not so weak, nor so silly... who does he think he is anyway!...hum kah rahe hain..." what was the noise she wondered, then said even more emphatically, "humey koi faraq nahin padta!"

(makes no difference to me, devi maiyya, i don't care if people don't call... i am fine... i am not so weak, nor so silly... who does he think he is anyway!... i am telling you... make so difference to me!)

"shut up, khushi! stop talking nonsense," said an all too familiar voice. that too right into her ear.

khushi's eyes widened, her lips went into trademark and default "o" setting. what had she done! more importantly, what was she to do! now she could hear his voice when he was not even around. what had devi maiyya allowed to happen to her!

she looked around in panic, then she realised, she was holding the phone to her ear. that noise had been her mobile and unconsciously she had received the call, no idea she was doing so, engrossed as she was in her talk with her goddess, her greatest confidant. oh no, what had she said?!

"i don't care faraq padta hai ya nahin... but i want you to come to bali... pack.."

(i don't care whether it makes a difference or not... but i want you to come to bali... pack...)

khushi cut in before he could complete his sentence, "kya?!!! bali? me? now... but..."

"shut up... khushi kumari gupta! don't interrupt me, dammit! i am telling you something!" hot, furious voice traveled across the 5,805.27 kilometres separating them and singed her ear. he was speaking through extremely gritted teeth and she could almost see his intense chocolate eyes inflamed with rage.

khushi kept quiet.

"good, now listen. pack for a couple of days, akash will pick you up and take you to the airport. he will give you the papers and other things i need. captain raina is expecting you. i will see you later this evening. bye, khushi!" he said all this in a curt, clipped tone. he was clearly not in a great mood. at least that was normal, khushi thought.

"khushi!!" he rasped out when she didn't reply.

"h..haan... ok, but, bua ji... bali..." she mumbled.

"stop mumbling!" he shot back and the phone went dead.

***

bua ji walked in after a few minutes and nodded happily at khushi, "titaliya, are you okay? come, come, pack! pack!... that nice boy, nand kissore, arnav singh raijada... he is waiting for you... your phupha ji had his own iskooter when we got married, later he bought one fiat car... that was so nice, hai... so romantic to sit next to him and go to bangali market to eat chaat... ah ha ha ha..."

khushi stared at her aunt open mouthed. what was she talking about...

"but hai re nand kissore, eehaan toh hawai jahaaz... how i wish i could sit in one and go phuurrr to different places... paris! hai re... eiffel tower, fair fair girls, an evening in paris... nand kissore, it is a dream... but your phupha ji..." after saying all this in a happy, slightly hysterical rush, head thrown back for effect, hands waving in the air, heart clutched from time to time, bua ji halted on the last word, picked the corner of her pallu, wiped her eyes and sniffed with a mournful air.

(but oh lord nand kissore, here it's an aeroplane... how i wish i could sit in one and go flyyying to different places... paris! aah... eiffel tower, fair fair girls, an evening in paris... nand kissore, it is a dream... but your phupha ji...)

"what are you saying, bua ji? i don't understand a thing!" khushi asked in a small voice.

"not understand! are you madhumati's niece or what, sanka devi! that nice boy called, he said there was some urgent work, he is sending a whole plane to collect you, if i was okay with it, nand kissore! he said not to worry he would make sure you are safe and send you back in a day or maximum two...! what is there to understand... go pack!!"

laad governor! thought khushi... to get his own way he will stop at nothing. even dupe an old helpless woman, a widow at that... a childless widow too... her poor sweet aunt, this charlatan, this magarmach... using her bua ji! huh! khushi's eyes shot fire, her plait swung, her hands landed on her hips as she struck her nastiest pose and looked out at lakshminagar passing by with narrowed eyes. she would show this man... who did he think he was!

"khushi ji!" happy ji was standing outside the verandah, looking at her with slightly perturbed eyes, "aap theek toh hai na?"

(you are okay, arn't you?)

it felt as though something was poked and all the feelings inside came rushing out. hot, searing slightly scalding feelings.

***

when captain raina landed at denpasar, it was already eight in the evening, he told khushi he would take her to the resort at nusa dua, they should be there in about an hour.

khushi smiled widely thanking him and did not let her twinge of disappointment show.

no... no... not that she wanted to see that man, but still he could have come to pick her up at least and anyway she had been all alone in the plane, it had been unnerving. but really she just didn't want to lose any time in showing him her irritation, that's the only reason she wanted him here.

her phone rang.

"have you landed?" asr asked abruptly.

khushi opened her mouth to answer but couldn't find her voice. her heart was beating at a rapid rate. dhak dhak dhak dhak dhakdhak. she had been caught off guard.

"what the!" sharp expletive burst forth, "why aren't you talking?" he yelled into the phone, "answer me, what's the matter, were you scared?"

did his voice soften on the "scared"? but khushi was not interested. how dare he think she was a coward!

"nahin! why should i be scared? i am quite capable of taking a hawai jahaaz alone!" she said in a huff.

"okay! i'll see you in a bit," he sounded offhand, disinterested almost. she disconnected.

***

at the resort, she collected her keys and asked to speak to asr. the girl at the reception whom she had met just days before on her previous stay, called him, then she looked up and with a smile said, "mr raizada says you should go over to his villa immediately!"

he wanted her to go to his villa at this hour?! khushi frowned. the girl, suryawati, gave a slight knowing smile.

embarrassed, khushi turned swiftly and hurried after the bell boy down the pathway through the greenery to the villa.

she had expected him at the entrance, but the porch lights were off. when the bell boy left, she skipped up the shallow steps, went to the main door and knocked.

"come in!" the brusque voice commanded.

she walked in and found the sitting room empty. a lamp was on, but no sign of laad governor. where was this man... she sighed in exasperation, clutching his files and the little box akash ji had sent.

"in the bedroom, khushi," he called out and she could feel her stomach empty out. must be because she had not eaten well in the flight, she thought.

her legs she realised had gone slightly numb and they seemed to be moving slower than usual. "chal, khushi! chal!" she told herself, "don't let that magarmachh scare you."

(go, khushi! go!... don't let that crocodile scare you.)

she went into his bedroom and saw him at last. actually what her eyes really saw first was a foot propped up on a pile of pillows and a huge white bandage around the ankle.

arnav ji was hurt. khushi's mouth went dry, her lips tingled.

she deposited the files and the box on a table by the door and ran to where he lay on the bed looking at him with frantic eyes.

"kya hua! what happened? when did this happen? is it broken? aap... aap theek toh hain na? how did this happen? you are looking so pale... do... do they know you are hurt... arnav ji, does anjali ji know? and akash ji? no one told me..." she was babbling without control, not quite sure what to do to make the situation better, terribly worried to see him in that bandage, and lying down helplessly. his left ankle was obviously badly injured. he looked pale.

she didn't notice his eyes staring at her, brown irises leaping to a bright light and then settling again. nor the hint of a smile that sprang to his finely sculpted lips, the right side pulled down a bit, the left lifted. and then it was quickly gone. the face was implacable again. imperious almost.

"shut up, khushi," he said at last. he sounded rough, yet there was some sort of gentleness interfering there. it reached her.

she lifted her gaze to his face and stood mute, her hazel eyes unusually large and deep in her anxious state.

for a moment neither spoke. he kept looking at her face, betraying no emotion on his. she looked vulnerable, emotions flitting through her and showing clearly.

"nothing happened. it's a sprain. i had gone white water rafting, i twisted my ankle on the steps coming back up from the river. it will be fine in a couple of days. just needs rest." he said very very calmly, looking at khushi all the while.

then he added softly, "come here."

khushi felt her stomach knot tightly, she felt a little dizzy too and a crop of goosebumps spread across her knees climbing up... or was it down?

"n... na... nahin..." she muttered, looking down, her cheeks beginning to go hot.

he made a move as if to get up and in a second she had flown across and was almost falling on top of him in her rush to stop him. before she could recover, he held her wrist and yanked her to him.

"ow!" she yelped the second time that day. then she lost balance and tumbled onto the bed, sprawling across his chest.

he flinched slightly and she went still.

"arnav ji," she pleaded, "please be careful..."

her face was buried in the crook of his neck. she felt his hand come up and cup her cheek and move her face around till she was right up close near his face, looking at him. his eyes glittered inches away from hers. she could feel herself getting lost. she blinked. her cheek pressed against the slightly rough warm palm.

he stroked her cheek lightly, sending her into a whirlpool of goosebumps.

"missed me?" his voice was hoarse with something and had a knowing sound in it.

she reacted instantly... she would not let him think she had missed him... of course, she hadn't too... she quickly told herself as well.

she opened her mouth to answer and he moved just then. her startled lips felt him swoop down and cover them with his. her breath caught as he started to kiss her.

she tried to struggle, but the thought of the ankle stopped her. she was angry with him. so angry, she couldn't quite even understand it herself. he had hurt himself. and he had told no one! he was laid up here, alone... and... how could he... what if...!!

"kiss me, khushi!" he said against her mouth and drew away, looking down at her from so close to her, she could almost count the number of lashes he had.

she looked at him stubbornly.

"i said, kiss me, dammit!" he growled, a guttural low deep sound. she shuddered and flung her arms around him, kissing him now with abandon, her lips moving under his, biting slightly, letting her tongue run over his bow shaped upper lip. she had wanted to see him so much yesterday and the day before. she didn't know why but she really wanted to see this laad governor's terrible horrible arrogant face.

"i missed you too," he disengaged from the kiss for a second to say that, then grabbed her head and drew her back into that hungry devastating sensation.

when it felt as though nothing could hold them back now, suddenly he stopped and slowly moved away. she reached up, still needing him and kissed him on his cheek, his stubble was a little longer than usual, it tickled her chin, lips and nose. she smiled and slowly extricated herself, sitting up.

she held his hand, stroked his brow, his regally etched widow's peak and high forehead. he had to be hurting so badly. poor laad governor, all alone and in pain.

her face must have again reflected her thoughts.

"khushi, don't start the drama," he whispered, beginning to laugh.

she pursed her lips at that. a little angry again. how did he know she was about to get all maudlin!! really!

khushi jumped up from the bed and in a brisk tone said, "tell me what you need and here are your papers!"

"i need? shall i tell you really?" he began to laugh and then of course winced in pain.

"stop laughing," she scolded him and sat down on the chair by the wall close to the bedside.

***

it was the middle of the night. khushi was sitting on the chair, watching asr sleep. she hoped he was alright.

he had told her to go to her villa, but she had refused. she couldn't be alone at night. it bothered her, she had told him. it was the truth, but what was equally true was that she was not planning to leave him alone while he was in this state.

"maa, no no no maa..." he was talking in his sleep, muttering really, his voice sounded anguished, khushi sat up alarmed. what was the matter?

he whimpered again in his sleep. he sounded terrible. she searched through the little medicine kit he had asked akash to send him and found the pain killers.

"maa," he groaned again.

fetching a glass of water she went and sat by his head, and called, "arnav ji, get up. get up, arnav ji..."

his eyes opened after a few calls, full of sleep... and then the pain registered filling the deepest corners of the chocolate brown irises with agony.

khushi slipped an arm behind his back and started to make him sit...

"i'll manage," he said trying to sound in command of the moment.

khushi said nothing, she just helped him up, gave him a couple of pain killers, made sure he had had them. then she sat again and pulled him down, letting his head rest on her lap.

she stroked his hair with one hand while pressing his back along the spine in a bid to distract his mind from the pain in his ankle.

he lay there quietly and went back to sleep, his breathing growing deeper and heavier as time passed.

***

khushi scrambled up in bed, the sunlight had hit her face all of a sudden, streaming in through the large windows. she looked around fuzzily. where was she? then she remembered. she was here in arnav ji's bedroom... in his bed.

she looked around to see where he was... a funny kind of feeling washing over her. what a crazy thing to have done, slept off on an unknown man's bed.

well, not unknown, but not her... well, there was only one man whose bed you could share really... khushi experimented with the word in her mind...

"husband... pati..." then she choked and jumped up.

"khushi!" his voice came from the sitting room, made her shiver the timbre in it, "are you awake?"

khushi went out without even washing her face or combing her hair, worried as to how he had made his way there.

he was deep in work, laptop open, the injured leg was up on the table, he had a glass of orange juice by him and he looked quite relaxed.

"aap... you... how did you get here? why didn't you call me... you might have..."

asr held up his hand, and gestured with a slight movement of his chin toward the set of crutches leaning by him against the wall.

khushi looked at them and felt silly almost.

"don't get so involved with me, khushi!" he said a note of acid in his words. it hit home immediately and she found herself feeling last night's anger again, and the day's and the day before's.

"okay! i won't...!" she snapped back, then unable to stop herself she went on, "anyway, there are many people who don't mind me getting a little... involved... with them... aap apne aap ko samajhte kya hain? i will call jon piye ji and..."

(okay! i won't...! anyway, there are many people who don't mind me getting a little... involved... with them... who do you think you are? i will call jon piye ji and...)

"SHUT... up!" asr cut in furiously, "don't you dare talk about another man... d'you understand! don't you dare!"

khushi could see he was seething with rage, somehow it pleased her. who did he think he was, telling her how much she should or should not get involved, who she could speak to or not... sending his plane over to fetch her like she was his toy...

she tossed her head, gave him a withering look or so she hoped and walked out of the room. she could feel his hot, angry gaze on her, even through the wall of the villa.

as she ran down the steps, her eyes fell on the tree by the patio. thick, luscious bunches of frangipani hung on the branches.

her heart missed a beat... she felt his fingers brush aside her hair and fix soft cool frangipani to her hair. red ones. tears stung the back of her eyes as she ran toward her villa.

created by sunshine80

chapter 21

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hi all, i am sorry, a couple of days later than i thought i'd update. but please forgive and read and hopefully enjoy much. i had to do this, couldn't stop myself from getting her over to the man who hungers and thirsts and yearns for her and only her. i am a complete puddle when it comes to love and its stories. do let me know what you thought. and check later, please, as i reply to all your comments.

i can see the numbers of likes growing on ncofl, some of you have clearly told me you really like the story. i want to say a huge thank you to all. utterly grateful and thanks so much for encouraging me. i had said this is a short story, but no idea when that feeling of wind down will come, so if it's okay with you, will let it roll and find its natural end. thanks always... take care.

i was delighted to read this fabulous comment, like a story in itself, so am posting it here. thanks so much, sarah for that beauty.
Originally posted by: sarahehsan

Indii!! 🤗
Mwaah to my dearest writer for updating my Favourite story! I'd been ecstatic to receive a PM from you and when it read an update on Ncofl, my dill literally jumped outta me! I so heart this story and it's writer, no flattery. Luv ya!! 😊

Coming to the story, haaye shuroo Kahan se karein, samajh nahin aaraha! Achha koshish karte hain. Hamein ummeed hai k hum saphal honge! Aapko kya lagta hai? ;)

Starting from where Buaji gives scanning looks to Khushi, such a worried aunt, concerned over her nieces' well being. Noticing the ups and downs in their moods, the unusualness in their spirits, how one had recovered and the other hadn't. What character, yaar! Sach mein, Buaji hon toh aisi! Minus the nylon plait extension and her head-gear for head-aches, of course! ;) Khushi aalu ki sabzi nai kharahi? Just toying with the food? There must be something really bothering for her to ignore food like that! And it's certainly not because no one had called her the day before. Everyone had, of course! She was just upset because of Mamiji! Not because all but one had called her! Yeah, right Titaliya! 😆

Crying Khushi? Over a steam burnt finger! Aww, my poor poor Sanka Devi! :( Unable to understand the reason of such overwhelming feelings taking over her senses. Acidity, maybe? Or is't something else, titaliya? Tanik thoda toh socha karo dil diye rahe se pahile! 😛

Again, the undecided mention of the arrogant Lordy sends her in a state of utter sadness. Complaining to her Devi Maiya, she doesn't realize she'd picked up the call of a someone who was the reason of her distressed state. So lost was she that she goes on saying how 'koi faraq nahin padta!' This was where I'd laughed uncontrollably, Indi! Wen I read, how 'emphatically' she'd said that, I laughed. When I heard the, "Shut up, Khushi!", I laughed so much for a while because somewhere I knew the funny noise was that of a phone, had an intuition he'd call her but ignored it and then.. Lo! Asr calls, Sanka Devi receives it and still thinks she's hallucinating! I wish she'd wondered this aloud too! 😆 Do I need to say how much I love you for letting him call her, apne pass.. I was so so happy he did! And such a gentleman to have asked permission from the guardian with the assurance of safety and the duration of her stay! 😛 But why is only for a day or two! Buaji's praise-parade on how Arnav Babua has sent the 'whole of a plane' just to pick her was so hilarious and then Khushi overlooking Laxminagar, determined to give a piece of her mind to 'this man'! Who did he think he was, after all! Laad Governor? The description had me in fits, I tell you! The way you make your way with words is totally enjoyable and I want the update to never end. 😳

Finally, pahonch gaye Bali! Arnavji nai aye.. Oh! The whole disappointment in not seeing him soon enough and at the same time convincing herself that she wanted to show him, who she was and who he was not! Oh yes, that's why she was here! 😆 Then looking at his propped, bandaged foot, all gussa and naraazgi flies outta the window! Such expressive eyes! When he goes, 'missed me?' I went all awe of this man whose world revolves around this silly girl and yet, he doesn't admit it to himself even if his actions scream otherwise! When she responds with abandon, each taking out the yearning for the other in that searing kiss and when he admits to missing her too, my heart warmed! Whattey man! None could be like him! :)

Ad well, does Asr have nightmares usually? Such an affectionate gesture to lay him in her lap, wordlessly, letting him think he's having his way. Oh man! How couldn't one fall for this beautiful girl!
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Then comes the morning after a night in an 'Anjaan mard's bedroom'.. Not exactly anjaan but not her husband, either! :( Then he calls her and snaps at her concern for him! Go, go Khushi Kumari Gupta! Get even! Show him who you can be involved with! And when she gives it to him, really, he dares her! Obviously showcasing his anger in order to conceal the hurt and irritation to even hear another man's name in front of him! Yes, that should do, Laad governor! And that did it which pleased her! Hmpf! 😃
But then, she could feel his gaze on her, through the walls of the villa too? Shows the depth of the effect he has on my poor girl! Now she cries looking at the lovely bunch of frangipani! Memories all rushing forth and clogging her throat as salty drops trickle down her eyes, unwittingly! Absolutely stunning! Hamara matlab update se tha! Please Indi, continue super soon and a longish update next time? Pleash? 😛

and ncofl's own mausam song comes from aarwen, thanks so so much... 😆
Originally posted by: aarwen
yeaaa 😊

aaj mausam hai suhana Khushi ko laad governor se milne ka hai bahana
lalalala
dono bali mein hai sath sath koi teesra nai aas paas
what the what the what the

You are my favouritest Indi di!

Edited by indi52 - 10 years ago

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anu1017

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Posted: 11 years ago

#913

Yay Indu Di again first, I really thought insomnia had no use in my life, at last I am seeing its fruits lol!!! 😆 I am done with my victory dance 🤪 So now back to business of commenting!!

I loved the update, it was awesome as usual 👏 It was a reunion update as I was waiting for Arshi to get together and my wish had been fulfilled, hmm I should have asked for more 😛

Poor Khushi she was not even eating her favorite aalu poori, poor child was thinking about her laad governor non stop, hmm that does take a toll on your appetite 😉 Aww Arnav was also feeling lost but as he is a go getter and proactive kind of guy he did go and get her hmm not personally but made it happen hehehe 😃I don't know how you come up with these lines for Buaji, she is the most funny and happening person in this story!!!

Poor Arnav sprained his ankle, I can understand him not walking but what is his excuse for his behavior towards Khushi?? Twisted my brain at birth 😃 Aww he missed her too dammit and he has his own style of saying it but thick headed Arnav knows how to make a girl cry!!!

I hope there is redemption coming soon and he will be begging for forgiveness and I want a really not so easily forgiving Khushi, it might be tough as she is such a loving and melting the minute Arnav looks her way kind of girl, hopefully you will come up with something as you are the amazing writer 😳

Cannot wait for the next update as I am sure it will be equally fun update 😊

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sweetfairy007

@sweetfairy007

Explorer

Posted: 11 years ago

#914

Yes khushi was expecting him in airport - He didnt come.

In the hotel reception to receive her - He was not there.

In the villa ,to open the door and welcome her - No he was not even there.

Then he is calling her inside his bedroom!!!!! Immedietely ,with out any introduction .What is this going on?Gutter mind!!!!😉

Oh no! Poor ASR on bed in bandages ...😭😭😭😭

So cute 😳he missed her and he understood she will miss him also.

Asr on crutches.Any problem? Still he is dominating and making our khushi angry and making her cry also...

waiting for next update already...I am so greedy...😡

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wiwy

@wiwy

Rocker

+ 5

Posted: 11 years ago

#915

A whirlpool of goosebumps dear In di !🤪 5805.27 to be precise!😃

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ranogill

@ranogill

Sparkler

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Posted: 11 years ago

#916

he want her yet he don't want her...will he ever make his mind one way or other

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indi52

@indi52

Stunner

+ 6

Posted: 11 years ago

#917

Originally posted by: hajr
Great update.

hi hajr, good to see you and thanks so much.

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indi52

@indi52

Stunner

+ 6

Posted: 11 years ago

#918

Originally posted by: wiwy
A whirlpool of goosebumps dear In di !🤪 5805.27 to be precise!😃

awww. thanks, sir... i had fun checking out that distance... me in a state after writing this... this man will drive me nuts surely... and this jhalli too. 😕😆

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indi52

@indi52

Stunner

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Posted: 11 years ago

#919

Originally posted by: ranogill
he want her yet he don't want her...will he ever make his mind one way or other

sorry sorry sorry, ranogill, you sound fed up... but who knows him better than us... he will take a little time... woh aisa hi hai... and i think khushi gets it pretty much, which is why she comes to bali and which is why she gives it to him about another guy... thanks for reading... hope you did enjoy.

Edited by indi52 - 11 years ago

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nishu_shorna

@nishu_shorna

Sparkler

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Posted: 11 years ago

#920

So Khushi Bitiya admitted at least to herself that her Laad Governor is hot...☺️ and also tastes good...☺️ Very Good...😉 😛
saach mei yeh ladki sanki hai...😛 nobody called her except . . . . everyone... 😆 loved it that Arnav heard it...
Lekin yeh kya baat hai Di, Arnav ji bimaar hai... Awwee... my poor boy... at least issi bahane dono bedwa pe thodi bohot cricket toh khel liya...😉 ☺️
also Khushi got to see his vulnerability after his nightmare...😭 loved how she took care of him at that moment...
Is he back to his shell once again... every time this man tries to run away from his feelings & from Khushi, u know what Di, i never get angry with him, rather i feel bad for him...😭 😳
but loved that this time his jealousy didnt let him be cold again... 😈 i so love this green-eyed monster... 😈 waiting for the next part already...