Part 6
"Aryan, I want you to behave in there? Understood?" Arnav said as he opened the car door for his Son.
"You blackmailed me into coming here, and I came here. Now do not expect more from me. And this stupid thing I am wearing in sticking to my body, it's so irritating."Aryan hissed as he came out of the car, and fought under the white indo-western sherwani he was made to wear. He looked at the small house in front of him and the irritation grew tenfold. The house will be flooded with annoying and irritating people.
Arnav looked down at his Son and sighed. He had blackmailed him by saying if he will not come with him then he will not be provided with this month's pocket money. And then he had seen his Son flunking one coffee mug, two fancy vase, his own cell phone, followed by his nasty words, and at last was found grumpily sitting in his car. Surprisingly wearing the same sherwani he had asked him to.
He took his Son's hand in a firm grip and looked straight. "Behave, or no pocket money. The pick is always yours, Son. " making that very clear, he started towards the house, dragging his Son with him.
Garima heard the door bell. Instructing the waiters to look over the guests, she turned towards the door.
"Namaste, Mrs. Gupta."Arnav greeted. "Hmm...he...he is my Son." Arnav shuttered as he saw Mrs. Gupta staring at his Son with that weird look, which he was unable to describe.
Garima just stood staring at the boy in front of her, the same boy from her coffee shop. So that's why Khushi had stopped them from calling the police and had taken the boy away with her. She bit her cheeks, stopping herself from saying something that will spoil the evening. "Com inside" her voice came out dry and cold.
Arnav felt the coldness in her voice, but shrugging it off, he entered the house with his Son beside him.
"Make yourself comfortable, I will go and bring Khushi. Isn't someone coming from your side? Any friend or relation?" Garima asked.
"No ..no one." Arnav replied.
"Thought so .." Giving a last look at both of them, she turned and left.
"Don't tell me she is your would be Mother-in-law."
Arnav heard his Son hissing beside him as he took the sofa.
"Yes, she is. Any problem?"
"That bitchy lady.."
"Behave. I said" Arnav fixed him with his glare.
"Whatever. She can be anything to you for all I care." He rolled his eyes and took out his cell from the sherwani pocket with great difficulty. "What's wrong with this Indian Clothes?"
Arnav sighed and slumped against the sofa. All he wanted is this function to get over without any drama.
Garima entered her daughter's room.
"Your Arnav ji is here, with his Son."
Khushi dropped the comb, starlet. "Amma, you scared me" she kept her hand on her thudding heart.
"Yes ofcourse I scared you. And you are doing so much good for my old heart."
Khushi turned to look at her Mother's irritated face. "What happened Amma? What I did now?"
"What did you do now? You knew that boy is your dear Arnav ji's Son, and still you didn't bothered to tell me. Why, Khushi?" Garima Gupta demanded.
"Ohh..." Khushi turned to look in the mirror and bit her lips. "Woh Amma ... I thought ... I thought today would be a pleasant evening to introduce him to you.."
"Yes, why not. When I can't do and say anything in front of all guests, right? Very clever, Khushi."
Khushi shook her head.
"No Amma, it's not like that. It's... its just that I don't know how to tell you ... " she turned to look at her Amma and walked towards her. Hugging her close, she rested her head on her Mother's chest. "Aryan, he ...he is what you saw that day, Amma ... he is very bitter ... And I had nothing to defend him ... to say that whatever he did that day was right ... but trust me, Amma I will take care of him, love him and soon he will be like any normal kid, not like the one whom you saw that day in your caf."
"I trust you, Khushi. But I ...I just don't know how you will handle all this... their world is completely different from ours, Khushi. You don't understand me now, but when you will start living in their world, you will know what I am talking about. They are nothing like us normal people, Khushi."
Khushi hugged her Mother tight, wanting to comfort the restless mother.
"Please Amma , don't worry. I told you I can handle everything. And there's nothing different in their and our world. Just because whatever they do becomes the headline of next day, doesn't makes them any different from us. They too have their set of sorrows and happiness, they are just like us. " Breaking the hug, she cupped her mother's face. "Please, don't worry, ok?" she kissed her cheek. "Now come, I am ready."
Garima stared at her daughter's face for few seconds before giving a reluctant nod. "Come... Everyone will be waiting." Adjusting Khushi's dupatta, she took her out for the engagement function to begin.
Arnav stood off the sofa as soon as he saw Khushi entering the room, taking his breath away. She walked in wearing his designed lehenga choli. A pink choli, cream-white lehenga with elegant rasam work on it, and a transparent pink dupatta draped on her front in a saree style. Her beautiful face glowing with happiness, hair left loose with a maang-tikka adorning her forehead, she looked like a Goddess. And then she lifted her soulful eyes and smiled at him, making him forget his own existence.
Khushi lifted her eyes to look at him, her lips stretching into a smile. She had send him a black indo-western jodhpuri sherwani, and now he stood in front of her, wearing her given sherwani. She always feels so special when he does something for her, and she knew he was wearing the sherwani only because she had asked him to. Her smile bloomed into a full grin at that thought and she lifted her hand to wave at him.
"Put your hand down, you silly girl." Khushi heard her Amma whisper beside her and she pulled her hand down with a pout. "I was just waving my hand , Amma."
"Grow up.." her Mother glared at her and took her where Arnav stood.
"Hi, Arnav ji." Khushi smiled as she stood beside him.
Arnav smiled at her happy and cheerful voice.
"You looking handsome, Arnav ji. This black sherwani suits you"
"Thank you. And you are looking very beautiful." Arnav said, admiring her.
"Well I have too. I am wearing your designed dress. I loved this dress. Thank you very much"
" I am glad you liked the dress."
"I..." Khushi started to say something, but stopped as she heard a voice from behind her.
"Can we get over with all this quick? This dress is killing me."
Khushi turned back to see Aryan sitting on the sofa.
"Aree wah, my babu is here? He is looking so handsome.." bending down, she pulled his both cheek. "And also wearing the sherwani I had send...awww, so so sweet of you, sweetheart."
"What the.." he jerked her hands away and stood up. "Don't call me that, and don't you ever pull my cheek, ever!" Aryan glared at Khushi.
"Why? You don't listen to me, then why should I listen to you? By the way, you are looking handsome too." Taking some kajal from her eyes, she put it behind his ear, before he can stop her. "Kisi ki nazar na lage" Khushi chuckled as his molten eyes threw daggers at her.
"I.Said.Don't." he hissed dangerously in a no nonsense tone.
Khushi lifted her both hands in mock surrender. "Ok... as you say, Babu" she giggled.
Arnav sighed, not knowing how to react. He knows Khushi thinks few sweet words, and her jovial nature will bring Aryan along. But he knows better than to give in that delusion. And he himself don't know what should be done to make things good between Aryan and Khushi, so all he can do for now is let Khushi do whatever she wants, the way she wants to handle it.
"Khushi, stand straight." Garima said as she came with a thaali in her hand. Putting the kumkum on Khushi's forehead, she repeated the same with Arnav. Finishing the arti, she forwarded the thaal towards Arnav.
Arnav took the ring from the thaal and forwarded his hand to Khushi.
Khushi placed her hand on his palm, smiling.
Arnav slid the ring on her finger, loud clapping sound followed next.
Arnav forwarded his hand and soon the ring was shining on his finger.
Khushi smiled at him, too excited.
Arnav leaned and kissed her cheek. "Love you .." he whispered near her ear.
Khushi smiled and coiled her hand around his arm. "Me too.." she winked at him and together they posed for the camera.
"Wait wait.."
Arnav tilted his head to look at Khushi. "What happened?"
Khushi turned to look at her Babu. Walking to where he sat, she took hold of his hand and dragged him with her. "Time for a family photo, Babu." Making him stand between her and Arnav ji, she smiled at the camera.
Aryan's hand fisted in a tight ball, trying really hard to control his temper. If his pocket money weren't at stake, he would have shown her what her Babu' can do. He looked around, all the people staring at him. His jaw tightened. He hated it! He hated it with all his might! Their faces clearly says he is not needed here, he doesn't belongs here, he is needed nowhere, he belongs nowhere. He is an unwanted person. And he always will be. There's nothing like family in his life -- - He never had , and he will never have!
Khushi felt his muscles tense under her touch and soon her hand was jerked away. Her worried eyes followed him as he walked away from everyone's scrutinizing gaze. Khushi took a step ahead but was stopped by the hold on her hand.
"Khushi, leave him alone for now."
Khushi shook her head. "No Arnav ji. You can't always leave him to deal with his problems all by himself. See where the loneliness has brought him. Now he hates people, all he want is seclusion, where he can hide himself. You be here .." Khushi looked at her Amma, who was busy talking with her guests. "I will see him.." with that she left the place in search of Aryan.
After searching all the rooms, at last she entered her own room. Not finding him in there too, she was about to leave but stopped seeing the shoes at the foot of the stairs. Walking forward, she took the stairs and headed up. She stopped at the end of the stair and saw him seated in the corner, his eyes close, and leaning against the wall. Trying not to make any sound, she walked and sat beside him.
"She left, she left without you."
"Looks like she doesn't wants you too."
"She left you all alone."
"She ran away with her lover."
"His Mother is a witch, who left him all alone"
"His mother doesn't care about him."
"She is such a heartless lady"
"Poor boy... How can his mother leave him all alone?"
All the voices screamed inside his head, leaving him deaf for the outer world. Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead, paving its way on his face. His hands lifted to hold his head, which suddenly felt so heavy that it will drop off his shoulder any second. His hands felt damp. His clenched and unclenched his fist, wanting to get rid of that sticky wetness on his palms. Bringing his knees close to his chest, he buried his face between his chest and knees, wanting to hurl himself in darkness, to never go back among those people.
"Aryan .." Khushi called softly.
He heard a faint voice from beside him, but the screaming in his head still continued.
"Aryan..."
Aryan gritted his teeth as he recognized that voice. Why can't she leave him alone? Alone! He wants to be alone!!
"Tomar jibone amake ashte dao. Ami promise korchi ami kokhono tomar mayer moto tomake chere jabo na"(Allow me in your life. I promise to never leave you like your Mother)
And that was all needed for the animal in him to unleash.
And in a flash, Khushi found herself pinned against the wall, her hands held in a tight painful grip. She lifted her eyes to only collide with his wild raging eyes.
"Na!!Ami koa k chai na,tomake na ar ja k tumi biye korcho takeo na.Nijeke amar family bolo na, karon amar kono family nei. Tumi chole jao jekhane tomar thakar kotha,amar akhane asho na.Tumi mone koro na, Ami kokhono amar jibone tomake jaiga dibo. Kokhonoi na" (NO!! I don't need anyone! Neither you nor the man you are marrying to. Don't call yourself my family, because I don't have one. Go back to the people you belong with, don't chase me. Don't you EVER think that I will allow you in my life. Never!)"he raged, breathing heavy. With a last warning glare, he got up from the kneeling position and stormed out of there.
Hope you all liked it! PMs for this update will be sent once I update my other stories too, which will be done by Weekend. Credit to the Bengoli translation goes to my friend Aurin(AdorableDevil). Thanks tons Auru🤗
Edited by -Zesty- - 10 years ago
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Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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