Arshi SS :: House Of Cards#2 last Part up on PG96(30/08) - Page 33

Part 26

Arnav fixed his tie looking in the mirror and saw Khushi making her list sitting on the bed.Adjusting his collar, he turned to look at Khushi.

"Khushi, if your list making is over then shall we go" Arnav asked to a frowning Khushi.

"I am making a list, Arnav ji. Don't disturb me. I know if I forget something then you will not take me out again. So let me concentrate." Saying that, she again immersed in the paper in her hand.

Arnav smiled and sat beside her. Taking the writing pad from her hand he kept it aside.

"Arnav ji?" Khushi protested.


"Shhh" snaking his hand around her shoulder, he pulled her in his arms.


"Who told you that we are not going out next time? " Arnav asked tilting his head down to look at his wife's dear face.

"I know you will not take me out" Khushi pouted and replied, snuggling more into his comforting arms.

"I will. But not before the baby. Now we will go out only when the baby is with us" Arnav caressed her round belly and looked at her with the world of tenderness shining in his eyes. She is going to give him the happiness he had never dared to dream. Bending down, he kissed her forehead. "And besides, your due date is nearing and you should rest, not go on a shopping spree and tire yourself."

"Hmmm" Khushi humed in agreement and tried to cuddle close to him with her round belly making it impossible.

"Ab chale?" Arnav asked.

Khushi nodded her head and pulled away from the hug.

"Pink!"

"Shut up!"

"Yellow!!"

"Khushi?"

"Green?"

"Khushi?"

"Uffo Arnav ji! What do you want to buy? Black and gray?" Khushi asked glaring at him.

"No. But definitely not pink, yellow or green" Arnav replied. "And besides you don't know if it's girl or baby, so we should keep baby's wardrobe shopping for next time and see other things. Waise bhi, Di told in our family when a new baby is born,we make him wear old clothes not new."

"Accha? Aisa hai kya? But from where we will get old clothes." She looked at the salesman. "Bhaisahab, do you have old clothes."

Arnav rolled his eyes and pulled her out of the shop.

"Arnav ji, hum..."

"Keep quiet, Khushi. Old clothes means my childhood clothes or Di's childhood clothes."

Khushi stared at him for full 10 seconds before breaking into mirth.

"Your ... Your clothes ..." Khushi laughed.

"Stop laughing Khushi. Yes my clothes, Nani has those clothes."

Khushi giggled.

"Hope it's not a three piece suit and certainly not black or gray..."

Arnav glared at her, putting a stop to her giggling.

"Don't glare at me. Come we will go to that toy shop..." Khushi pointed towards a toy shop and dragged him inside.

"Khushi. BAS! Now let the rest be for next time, please?" Arnav pleaded as he struggled with the bags filled with toys.

Khushi turned to look at him and pitying on his condition she smiled at him.

"Ok. Abhi ke liye bas itna hi. We will buy the remaining next time. Bhaisahab don't sell all this ok, I will come later to buy this.." Khushi sweetly smiled at the salesman.

"Our stock is always full Mam." The salesman reciprocated the smile.

Arnav's shoulder slumped, all tired. What is he supposed to do with his pagal wife?

They walked in the parking lot and leaving Khushi near the front door of the car, he opened the back seat door to place the bags. Placing the bag there, he turned to look at Khushi.

"Khushi?" He looked around to locate her but she was nowhere to be seen. Thinking she had again gone inside the mall, he ran inside to give her a piece of his mind.

He looked in the toy shop, but she was not there.

"Excuse me, have you seen my wife? The one who was asking you to not sell the toys?" Arnav asked, his heart getting heavy every passing second.

"No Sir, she left with you. She didn't came again." The salesman replied.

Arnav ran his hand in his hair, enraged. If this is some prank of Khushi to laugh at his worry then he is not going to leave her this time. He ran to the cloth shop, hoping to find her there.

"Excuse me, had my wife came here?" Arnav asked.

"The one asking for old clothes? No Sir, she didn't came"

Before the salesman can complete, Arnav was out of the shop, searching for his wife in the mall. He frantically looked everywhere but she was nowhere to be seen and his heart sank deeper and deeper every passing second.

Khushi tried to open her eyes, her eyes hurting. She tried to move her hands but it didn't move, something was restricting it. She opened her eyes to witness only darkness. And the sudden light in the room made her flinch back.

"Khushi ji..."

Khushi stilled. That dindy voice chilled her bones to the core. Her eyes jerked up to meet his.

"So nice to meet you after so many months, Khushi ji. I see you are not alone here.." Shyam looked at her belly.

"Free my hands. Where I am? Where is Arnav ji? What are you doing here?" Khushi struggled to free her hands.

"Khushi ji, relax. So many questions?" He laughed. "I am always eager to answer your sweet questions. But I guess it's you who is not so keen on talking with me, am I right Khushi ji?"

Khushi looked at him with only disgust visible in her eyes.

"I will talk to a man who has the heart to kill his own child?"

Shyam's smiling face changed into a humorless one.

"I DID THAT FOR YOU!!" He hovered over her.

Khushi flinched back, her heart taking a pace.

"All I did was for you. Because I wanted you, I loved you. And what did you do? You went after that man , who was always busy abusing you.."

"Do not talk about him. He is NOT like you. He will never throw me in front of a car and leave me there to die. He will never lie about his identity. He will never cheat his family. He will not kidnap someone for money. He can never kill someone. He is NOT A MUDERER OF HIS OWN CHILD LIKE YOU, do you get me, Shyam ji? " Her angry eyes looked in his, least afraid of his seething face.

Shyam closed his eyes to control himself. He opened his eyes, trying to push a smile on his lips.

"Khushi ji, I had left you on the road because I knew Saale sahab will stop the car seeing you there. I knew you will be safe." Shyam tried to justify his act.

Khushi's lips broke into a smile.

"It seems like you too know Arnav ji can never hurt me..."

Taking a deep breath, he stood straight.

"Ok, if you think so. He can never hurt you, so now lets see if he can stop someone from hurting you.."

And with that he left the room shutting the door behind him..

"I don't know. I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHERE MY WIFE IS! Do you get me? I don't care how you do this, I just want to know where she is. Just find her!!" He slammed his fisted palm on the desk.

"See Mr.Raizada, I can understand your worry, but it will take some time. I assure you, we will find your wife.." the cop tried to handle a worried and enraged husband standing in front of him.

"I don't need your assurance. I want my wife, safe with my child. GOD!!" He turned away, running his trembling hand in his hair. Where can she go? She is pregnant, what if something happens to them.? No! Nothing will happen. He will not allow any hurt near them.

Anjali wiped her tears and limped towards him.

"Chhote, don't worry. Khushi will be fine. Let them do their work. Come sit here." She took him towards the bench and made him sit there.

"Khushi. Di, Khushi. Where can she go?" Helpless tears hit his eyes as he buried his face in his palm. Where can she go? And a certain face flashed in front of his eyes. He got up from the bench and not caring to reply to his sister's call, he strode out of the police station.

Agam was about to get up from his chair after his dinner when he heard the door bell ring. Getting up from the chair, he went to see his guest.

"What the hell?!" Agam staggered back as he felt a punch on his face.

"You bas***d! First your mother snatched my mother's love and now you are here to take away my Khushi? WHERE IS SHE?!!" He caught Agam's collar and pulled him up.

"Have you gone mad, Arnav? What nonsense you are talking? " Agam looked at him, more confuse than angry.

"What am I talking? You love her. YOU LOVE MY KHUSHI, DON'T YOU bas***d?!"

Agam looked at him, shocked.

"Arnav? What are you ... "

"Do not deny it. DO NOT!! Just tell me where she is?"

Agam caught his hand and pushed Arnav's hand away from his collar.

"Whom I love is not your concern, do you get me? And what do you mean by where is Khushi, isn't she with you?"

" I am not here to see your fake concern. I want to ..." and before he can continue, he heard his cell ring. Without wasting any time he took the phone out.

"Hello.."

"Saale Sahab..."

A chill ran down his spine as he heard that voice and his hold on the phone trembled.

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