Arshi SS-Sentiments|Thread 2 link Pg 1| - Page 24

'Stop Arnav' his mind shouted.

That was something he had practised all these years. He didn't let his heart take over his mind. Even for a second. His mind dominated in every decision he took.

And every time Khushi's face came in his mind, the very next second that incident came into his mind.

Everyone crying.. his dadi too.

He closed his eyes in anger, banging his hand the poolside door.

'She is nothing to me. She doesn't occupy any place in my life. I hated her, I still do and I'll keep hating her.. forever' he spoke with gritted teeth, his eyes red with rage.

*

Khushi turned in her sleep, not able to sleep comfortably. His touch on her waist seemed to be still lingering. Something or the other was making her getting reminded of his action. He supported her. He supported her for her foolishness. He didn't care about the world. He didn't care about the person who danced with her initially. He just cared about her. She was uncomfortable, and he couldn't resist to help her out. His heart somewhere had that spark which just needed to be ignited.

Yet another reason for her to feel positive.. about their relationship. Nothing was over. Nothing can be over. Ever.

"Khushi bata na. Kya hua party mein?" Piyu poked her on her back, "I know tujhe bhi neend nahi aa rahi.."

"Piyu" Khushi turned and faced Piya, grabbing a pillow below her neck, "he.. he touched me today"

"OMG where?" Piya asked, getting excited all of a sudden.

"Shut up" "Go. I'm not going to tell you anything" Khushi said and again turned her back towards her.

"Accha I'm sorry" Piya held her ear, again poking Khushi's back.

"Sleep Piyu" Khushi shouted and threw a pillow towards the other one's side.

Piya made a puppy-face and muttered something incoherently and turned her back towards Khushi's back and slept.

*

The next morning.

Khushi was in her office, when Gautam came to her desk.

"Woah Khushi. You've become famous" he informed her, supposing her to be known of the reason.

"What?" she asked, gathering all her thoughts.

"I heard you danced with Boss yesterday night?" he asked and narrowed his eyes teasingly.

Khushi widened her eyes and bit her lip innocently. She didn't wanted this to spread in the whole office. She averted her eyes off from Gautam, looking everywhere but him.

Gautam cleared his throat, making her look at him.

"I didn't knew you could blush this much"

"I am not blushing" she replied in a crisp voice.

"Aw. Someone's trying to hide their emotions" "You like him na?"

Khushi's eyes shot up and looked into his eyes with an incredible expression.

She can't say yes.

Neither can she lie.

She self-consoled herself and swallowed the lumps formed in her throat.

"There's nothing like that" "You go and do your work and let me do my work!" she literally ordered him, the next minute seeing him shrug his shoulders and leave her desk, before winking at her.

*

Arnav strode in his cabin, giving orders to Aman, who was out of AR to some other firm. It was evening, so most of the staff had already left, leaving behind just a few major persons to work over-time. That obviously included Khushi, Arnav and Aman, who was not in the building right now.

Khushi came into his cabin, to show him the new designs as per Mr. Rohit's order.

"Get me a coffee first" he ordered her, keeping his phone a little far from his ear.

Without speaking a word, she went downstairs to the canteen, turning on the coffee machine to make a coffee for her boss.

Holding the cup carefully with both of her hands, she climbed up the stairs to his cabin again.

"Sir here it is" she spoke softly as she placed the cup on the table.

"Khushi" he called for her, making her stare at him with an unbelievable look, "I mean Ms. Gupta. Go and check the dresses that have been prepared and stocked in the store room"

"Okay sir" she turned to leave.

"After you've checked, leave straightaway. Since I will be leaving in another ten minutes, I don't want you to wander about in the office afterwards."

"Yes sir"

"And one more thing. The light in the store room is out of order. So be careful that you don't bang yourself into something."

"I'll take care sir"

"Good. Now go"

Khushi escaped his cabin, smiling inwardly about the sudden change in his tone.

*

She entered the store room, keeping the door open to let the light come in. It was pitch dark. Thanks to the flash light she carried in her purse everytime. Her fear of darkness sometimes landed her into problems. So its safe to keep a flashlight handy everytime.

She went further into the big room, searching for the required dresses. Right towards the ending corner were displayed two of the dresses, which were designed by her, to be used in the next fashion show.

*

"Arrey yeh store ka darwaza kisne khola? Shayad Ramesh ne safayi karne ke baad khula chhod dia hoga.. Main band kar deta hu" (Who opened this store room door? May be Ramesh has left it open after cleaning the room.. I should close it) the guard spoke to himself and locked the store room door and went away, unknown of the fact that Khushi was inside.

*

Khushi checked the material and make of both the dresses and noted down whatever flaw she noticed.

As she completed her work and walked back to the door, she found the door locked. Adrenaline rushed her veins as panic struck her realising the fact that she has been locked up in such a room where there was not even a single beam of light except for the little which came from the torch.

She banged the door several times shouting Arnav's and Aman's name but no one came to help her. How could they come when they were not in the office?

Tears flowed down her eyes as she continued to scream for help.

The actual story begins now. So those who are planning to quit reading this story because it is turning out to be very slow, its a Red Alert. The story is going to pick up pace!

Remain hooked.

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Love,

Sanjana