
Khushi's home,
Drenched in her own tears and the tears of heaven, Khushi reached home by an auto while covering the red marks of their fatal attraction with her red sari. As flashes of him kissing her came in front of her eyes, more and more tears dropped down her cheeks. She felt tainted as according to her letting him touch her like that was against the values she had been learning ever since she was a child.
As her stop arrived, Khushi paid the rent of the auto to the driver and walked inside as she realized that Payal was back home as she could open the door without using the duplicate key. Realization of the day being Payal's birthday dawned upon her as she wiped her tears with her hands hurriedly so that Payal couldn't seem them.
Suddenly Payal made her appearance as blushing as a bride, much to Khushi's surprise. Payal took Khushi in a bone-crushing hug and said,
" Akashji proposed me for marriage, Khushi. I can't believe that it actually happened. I am so happy."
" What?? I am so happy for you, Payal. I am proud of you for saying yes to him." said Khushi, her own sorrow hiding behind the cover of happiness for Payal.
Suddenly Payal sensed wetness on her clothes and realized that Khushi was wet.
" Khushi, you got wet in rain? When will you become more mature? Don't you know getting wet in rain is harmful?" scolded Payal, concernedly.
" Arre Payal, you are here to take care of me naa. Then why to worry?" joked Khushi, while laughing along with Payal who burst out laughing after hitting the back of her head.
" Payal is so happy about her marriage. I will not tell her what happened today and burden her." decided Khushi, as she continued faking her laugh for Payal.
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Next Day,
AR,
He entered his cabin and Khushi formally wished a 'good morning' and continued doing her work as if nothing had happened. He suddenly felt guilty seeing her , remembering what he did the previous night. He sat on his seat but his mind was struggling as he wanted to apologize to her for his behavior but she was his PA, and his amazingly stupid ego wouldn't let him do what he wanted.
Finally, he decided to call her and tell the reason of his behavior but added that he would not apologize for it. He called her to his cabin through the intercom. She came there in a few seconds, still maintaining the professional look on her, and asked while trying to appear normal,
He pulled the duppatta away from his face to notice red marks all over her neck which she had covered cleverly under her dupatta. It definitely aroused him as they were marks of his love.
Wait, did he think love?
No, love is not a word in Arnav Singh Raizada's dictionary.Then how did it come from?
He was lost in thoughts when Khushi's gently yet firmly pulled the dupatta from his hands and was about to leave when her phone rang as she stood there to answer the call.
Eavesdropping was never part of Arnav Singh Raizada's dictionary till he happened to meet Khushi Kumari Gupta who managed to do wonders to him. Arnav was hearing her conversation while eyeing at her expressions, intently.
"Here she is talking to a guy so happily and when I get close to her, it is against her ideals and morals. Heights of partiality/" thought Arnav as he could hear a male voice coming from her phone's receiver end. She quickly completed the call and was about to leave when he asked her in a voice ringing with jealousy,
Coming to our relation, I am definitely not your brother. I have no sister in this world except for my own sister Anjali. Being your boyfriend, I would love to be boyfriend of a feisty and gorgeous girl as you but going by your ideals I think I would choose the husband tag more because I doubt your liking towards the word 'boyfriend'. So deciding the tag suiting our relationship is now in your hands, baby."' replied Arnav with slight smirk on his face while she gave him an angry ' whatever, i don't care' look to him and left from there after turning over her heels firmly.
When the dynamics of their relationship are so complicated, how sizzling would their chemistry be?
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