My Fair Khushi COMPLETE! - Page 50

superb.. your Khushi and her imaginary powers are simply great.. here too Khushi was dancing with her Arnav imagining him.. looking forward to the party and what does Arnav-Khushi do of the attraction that they feel for each other.. loved the update..

Khushi is falling for Arnav.

Superb chapter...thanks for the PM

Update soom

Ah the attraction has become more intense

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she knows she have fallen in love with arnav...
nice update
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enjoying reading it

when will start updating this story?????????????????

CHAPTER 14. THE PARTY!

"Where are they? How much time does it take to get ready?", Arnav grumbled to Aakash who did not even react. This was the fifth time his brother was ranting on this topic and after the first three rants Aakash simply tuned his brother out and played Candy Crush on his mobile. Yes! I crossed another level! Aakash grinned and continued to play. Arnav rolled his eyes and continued to pace in the main hall.

"Of course, it will take time. We have to look our best afterall!", came a voice from the top of the staircase and Arnav and Aakash turned to see Naaniji standing there regally. She had arrived an hour ago and from that time had sequestered herself in Khushi's room along with Anjali to dress up Khushi for her first party as a guest.

"Naaniji! How much long will this take? We have a party to go!", Arnav growled.

Naaniji rolled his eyes, "Patience Arnav! Have some patience!"

Arnav was about to retort something sharp when he felt his breath being taken away. There stood Khushi right beside Naaniji, dressed in a ice blue and white chudidaar with embroidery, her face glowing, her lips red and plump, her eyes twinkling, her cheeks blushing. Suddenly they heard Anjali call Khushi and Khushi turned around. Arnav's eyes widened while Aakash wolf whistled from beside him. Khushi's dress had almost no back and was held together with only one single dori. Arnav's eyes roamed the expanse of her back and when she turned back Khushi almost stumbled back at the intense look in his eyes. She looked down nervously. Hey Devi Maiyya! If ke kept on staring like this, I won't be able to stop myself from falling for him!

Khushi was brought out of her thoughts when Naaniji grabbed her hand from one side and Anjali from other. Together they got down the stairs towards a grinning Aakash and slack jawed Arnav. "Bhai! Kindly lift your jaw from the floor!" Arnav snapped his mouth shut while sending a glare towards Aakash who continued to grin. Soon all five were out of the door and towards the car. All the while Arnav continued to glance at Khushi surreptitiously and Khushi tried her best to ignore him.

Naaniji entered the party hall with Arnav and Aakash on one side and Khushi and Anjali on the other. The moment they entered heads turned around as it was very rare for the whole family to be together. And then eyes widened as they noticed the new girl with the Raizadas. Who is she? They wondered. Was this the new bahu of the family? Few ladies whispered. But if she is bahu then who is her would be? Arnav or Aakash? The question echoed. And soon people flocked towards the Raizadas to know about the beauty with them.

Naaniji introduced Khushi with pride. No! No! She is not my bahu! Naaniji told anyone who asked. She is a family friend staying with us, Naaniji informed. Khushi gave a pretty smile and spoke in perfect English making Naaniji beam in pride while Arnav held his head high; his protg was giving her best performance and Arnav could not have asked for more. Soon there was talk about Khushi all around, some praised her beauty and some her manners and behavior. And once the ladies came to know that she was unattached and single, they were more than eager to know more about her and gossiped to everyone about her.

Khushi was pleased with herself. She had everyone impressed with her performance and she was sure that she had already passed her test. Her smile faltered a little when she remembered how the ladies had asked about her marital status and wanted her to meet their sons. Ya right! I am going to learn everything from Arnav Sir and become the best event manager in the world. I won't be some bahu shahu to these rich pretentious ladies! I will never be a typical trophy wife to their sons! She made a face and then turned her expression into smile when another lady greeted and complimented her beauty. Waise... where are those snobbish aunties who were supposed to sugar coat their taunts? Khushi mused not knowing that Naaniji and Anjali had kept the worst at the bay and allowed only ladies who did not have vicious tongues near Khushi. They did not want Khushi to get hurt when she seemed so happy to go to the party.

Naaniji nudged Khushi and looked towards a lady coming towards them. Khushi looked in the lady's direction. Naaniji leaned sideways and whispered to Khushi, "Do you see that lady?" Khushi nodded and Naaniji continued, "She is Mrs. Gayatri Juneja, CEO to Juneja Industries, the biggest firm in Amritsar. Their net worth is more than the Raizadas! She is Vidisha's best friend so she is always invited to such parties!" Khushi nodded as she took in Naaniji's words. This was something Naaniji kept on doing the whole evening; telling her about every lady they were about to meet. Khushi readied herself to meet another snobbish lady.

"Devyaniji! How are you?", Gayatri Juneja arrived and hugged Naaniji who hugged her back. Khushi noticed that Naaniji was meeting this lady with a genuine smile on her face; unlike earlier when Naaniji gave fake smiles to every lady they met. Khushi realised that this lady was different from the ones she met till now.

"Khushi inse milo! Yeh hai Mrs. Gayatri Juneja! Aur Mrs. Juneja, yeh hai Khushi humaari ek saheli ki beti!", Naaniji's words brought Khushi out of her thoughts. "Hello beta!", Mrs. Juneja greeted her with a genuine smile on her face. Khushi smiled and greeted back. Mrs. Juneja went back to conversing with Naaniji. Khushi looked around wondering where Aakash, Arnav and Anjali were. Just as she spotted Aakash, Naaniji said something that brought her attention to the conversation between Naaniji and Mrs. Juneja.

"By the way, where is your son? Where is Prem?", Naaniji asked and Mrs. Juneja smiled while looking around, "Yahi kahi hoga! He must be here somewhere!"

"Are you searching for any girl for him? After all uski bhi toh shaadi ki umar ho chuki hai! (He is also of marriageable age!)", Naaniji spoke and Khushi blinked. Her son is single and she has yet to ask me about marriage? What a well behaved lady! Not like rest of them who literally jumped on me like I was their prey! Khushi was getting impressed by this lady who was dressed in elegant and classy Saree.

"Of course! Hum ladki dhoond rahe hain! Lekin aap toh Prem ko jaanti ho na! Itna sharmeela hai, itna shaant hai! Jab ladki dikhaayi toh agar pasand bhi aagayi toh bata nahi paata! Aur kaisi ladki chaahiye yeh bhi nahi bataata! Pareshaan ho gaye hain hum iss ladke se! (Of course! We are searching for a girl! But you know Prem! He is so shy and so calm! If I showed him a girl, even if he liked her he would not be able to tell me! And what kind of girl does he want, he does not even tell me that! I am so fed up of this boy!)", Mrs. Juneja lamented and Naaniji shook her head.

"Arre! Prem chup rehta hai yahi achcha! Warna Arnav ko dekho! Seedhe mooh ladki ko dekhta bhi nahi, bas reject kar deta hai! Hum toh tang aa chuke hain apne poton se! (Prem being quiet is way better! Or else look at Arnav! He doesn't even talk to the girl properly, he just rejects her! I am so tired of my grandsons!)", Naaniji sighed in sadness.

Khushi chuckled. These two ladies and their single children! Both men, Arnav and Prem seem so opposite! And yet both give the same trouble to their family; the trouble of not getting married. But why am I thinking about this? I have better things to do! She looked around and grinned when Anjali waved at her and then signaled her to join her. Khushi excused herself and walked off to talk to Anjali. Behind her Mrs. Juneja and Naaniji sighed and complained about Arnav, Prem and their bachelor status.

An hour had passed since they entered the party and Khushi was tired of all the small talks she had to do. Her jaw was aching due to smiling so much and the heels were killing her feet. When she worked as waitress, they used to get a break where she would remove her heels and let her feet rest, but she cannot even do that now. For the first time, she wished she was a waitress and she could remove the heels in the kitchen and relax. She sighed and Anjali noticing it grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Khushi smiled at her. After wandering around for a while Anjali and Khushi joined Anjali's friends and now Khushi just wished for the party to end so that she could remove her heels; and then maybe soak in the bath tub. Khushi smiled dreamily as she imagined resting in the bathtub with bubbles coming out of it and Arnav sitting on the edge passing her... Ek minute! Arnav? What? Her eyes opened wide as she realised what she thought. Hey Devi Maiyya! I am doomed!

"Arnav bitwa! Don't you think you have done enough drooling?"

Arnav was brought out of his Khushi staring session by Naaniji.

"Drooling? What? Naani! You are talking rubbish!", Arnav muttered while looking away from Khushi.

Naaniji rolled her eyes, "Don't lie to me! I am your Naani! I raised you since your childhood. I know all your tells! You were staring!"

Arnav huffed but remained silent.

Naaniji smiled, "You know what, Arnav! Go! Go and ask her to dance!"

Arnav was shocked, "What? No way!"

Naaniji shook her head, "Kuyn nahi? Go! We are here to enjoy the party, now go and enjoy!"

"Naaniji...", Arnav whined but Naaniji gave him a stern look and Arnav sighed, "Fine! I will do it! But only because you asked me to do it! Not because I like Khushi or something!"

"Like? I did not say a single thing about like. I just said you were drooling! You are the one who said like! Do you like Khushi?", Naaniji questioned excitedly.

Arnav rolled his eyes, "You know what! I am out of here! Dancing is better option than talking to you!"

Arnav turned to walk away but Naaniji could not resist but taunt him, "Of course it is! After all, you will be dancing with Khushi!"

Arnav growled but did not look back and continued to walk towards Khushi.

Khushi was lost in her thoughts when Arnav stormed over and asked her to dance.

"Kya? What?", Khushi was confused.

"Khushi! Chote asked you to dance!", Anjali informed her and Khushi looked at her and then at Arnav who had his hand raised in front of her. As it clicked to her what was happening, her mind reminded her of their dance practice and their almost kiss. She took a sharp breath at the memory.

Anjali took her expression as hesitation and prodded, "Khushi? Jaao na! Go! Enjoy!" Khushi gave her an uneasy smile and placed her hand in Arnav's. He grasped her hand firmly but gently. They moved towards the dance floor just as a slow romantic song started playing. Music played around as Arnav and Khushi stood amongst the other dancers looking awkwardly at each other. Khushi's eyes remained on her shoes while Arnav's eyes flitted around uncomfortably. While looking around Arnav noticed how most of the dancers were already in each others' arms and starting to move. He took a deep breath and grabbed Khushi's hand. Khushi, who was nervously looking around, looked at Arnav with wide eyes as he grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Arnav stared back and he placed his other hand on her bare back. Khushi took a sharp breath at the unexpected touch and stared into Arnav's eyes.

Kuch Khaas Hai

Kuch Paas Hai

Kuch Ajnabi Ehsaas Hai

Arnav stared at her intensely as they started to sway with the music.

Kuch Duriyaan

Najdeekiyan

Kuch Hans Padi Tanhaaiyaan

Her wide eyes held him captive and he could not look away.

Kya Yeh Khumaar Hai

Kya Aitbaar Hai

Shaayad Yeh Pyaar Hai

Pyaar Hai Shaayad

His fingers ghosted on her bare back, her soft skin making him forget his surroundings.

Kya Yeh Bahaar Hai

Kya Intezaar Hai

Shaayad Yeh Pyaar Hai

Pyaar Hai Shaayad

He spun her around once and then pulled her close making her take in a sharp breath.

Kuch Khaas Hai

Kuch Paas Hai

Kuch Ajnabi Ehsaas Hai

She felt as if she was drowning in his intense eyes.

Kuch Duriyaan

Najdeekiyan

Kuch Hans Padi Tanhaaiyaan

A shiver went down her back as his fingers trailed down her spine.

Kya Yeh Khumaar Hai

Kya Aitbaar Hai

Shaayad Yeh Pyaar Hai

Pyaar Hai Shaayad

Khushi felt as if the time had stopped and except them there was no around.

Kya Yeh Bahaar Hai

Kya Intezaar Hai

Shaayad Yeh Pyaar Hai

Pyaar Hai Shaayad

As they continued to dance, Anjali whispered to Naaniji, "Wow! They are staring at each other so intensely that I am feeling the heat here!" Anjali pretended to swoon and fanned her face with her hand. On the other side of Anjali Aakash commented, "What a chemistry! Only a blind or a fool won't be able to sense the attraction between them!" Naaniji simply smiled. She was right! There was something brewing between Arnav and Khushi! Now only time will tell where this road leads them!

Kuch Saaz Hai

Jaage Se Jo Kal Soye

"You alright?", Arnav whispered breaking the silence.

Alfaaz Hai

Chup Se Nashe Mein Khoye

Khushi unable to speak simply nodded.

Nazarein Hi Samjhe

Yeh Guftagu Saari

As they continued to dance their eyes remained locked.

Koi Aarzu Ne Hai

Angdaayi Li Pyaari

He spun her around once and then dipped her. He froze as he remembered the almost kiss between them.

Kya Yeh Khumaar Hai

Kya Aitbaar Hai

Shaayad Yeh Pyaar Hai

Pyaar Hai Shaayad

She stared at him as her mind also went back to their almost kiss.

Na Inkaar Hai

Na Ikraar Hai

Shaayad Yeh Pyaar Hai

Pyaar Hai Shaayad

Suddenly someone stumbled into Arnav and he came out of stupor. He pulled Khushi up and Khushi unable to handle all the sensations that Arnav was evoking in her stepped back taking few steps away from Arnav. She looked down and fiddled with her duppatta feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Unable to handle the situation anymore, Khushi turned around and walked towards the edge of the dance floor while Arnav stood there confused and agitated.

Kehna Hi Kya

Tera Dakhal Na Koi

Arnav stared at Khushi unsure of what exactly happened in last few minutes.

Dil Ko Dikha

Dil Ki Shakal Ka Koi

His eyes roamed around and he realised that he was standing alone in the middle of the dance floor.

Dil Se Bhi Meri

Ek Shart Yeh Aisi

Khushi turned around and noticed Arnav walk away. She stared at him hoping he would turn and look back at her.

Lage Jeet Si Mujhko

Yeh Haar Hai Kaisi

Khushi shook her head when Arnav did not turn and walked off the dance floor.

Kyun Yeh Pukaar Hai

Kyun Bekaraar Hai

Shaayad Yeh Pyaar Hai

Pyaar Hai Shaayad

Arnav looked up and noticed Khushi standing on the opposite side. He took a sharp breath when her eyes met his but he did not look away.

Jaadu Sawaar Hai

Na Ikhtiyaar Hai

Shaayad Yeh Pyaar Hai

Pyaar Hai Shaayad

Khushi was the first one to break the eyelock as she turned away. Arnav shook his head trying to forget the things he felt when she was in his arms.

Pyaar Hai Shaayad

Kuch Khaas Hai

Kuch Paas Hai

Kuch Ajnabi Ehsaas Hai...

Pyaar Hai Shaayad

Pyaar Hai Shaayad

Yahi

An hour had passed since the dance and Khushi was exhausted. Her exhaustion was not because of dancing or anything. It was simply because of meeting people and maintaining the pretense of sophisticated, demure and polite girl when all she wanted to do was talk in Hindi in loud voice and chatter non stop. She was almost bursting to blurt out the exact words that came into her mind and but had to swallow them and give a sweet and polite smile while wondering when she could reach home and shed her pretenses. Yes! Being a socialite is tiring! And that is why it was no surprise that after an hour of exhausting meet and greet Khushi had escaped the place and was now looking for some hiding place. Hey Devi Maiyya! Any place would work! Infact if I know where washroom is I am ready to hide even there! But to ask someone where washroom is means talking to a socialite and that is something I don't think I can handle anymore! Devi Maiyya! Please allow me to hide and rest for few minutes! Just few minutes! Then I promise you I will go and do another round of meet and greet. Pakka promise!

As Khushi looked around furtively for a hiding place all the while smiling at every passing person, she saw some curtains swaying covering a room. Khushi grinned. Perfect! Thank you Devi Maiyya! She slipped behind the curtains and looked out wondering if someone saw her. Nobody noticed her! Phew! She heaved a sigh of relief. She back away from the curtains deeper into the hiding place. She looked up and spoke, "Hey Devi Maiyya! Kahaan phasa diya! (Hey Devi Maiyya! What have you tangled me into!)" Then she grinned. It felt so better to blurt whatever she wanted to rather than watching her words and thinking twice before speaking. She huffed, "Waise humein pata hai Devi Maiyya! Aap na has rahe ho humaari haalat pe! Aapko toh mazaa aa raha hoga humein itna struggle karte dekh! Has rahe honge ki ek waitress kitni koshish kar rahi hai iss hi-fi duniya mein ghusne ke liye! Lekin aap bhi dekhlena! Hum jeetke dikhaayenge! Hum inn hi-fi logon jaisi banke dikhaayenge! Kisi ko shaq hone nahi denge ki hum ek waitress hain! Dekh lena! (By the way, I know Devi Maiyya! You are laughing at my situation! You must be enjoying my struggle! You must be laughing over how much a waitress is struggling to belong in this hi-fi world! But you wait and see! I will win and show you! I will show you up by becoming just like this hi-fi people! I will never let anyone even doubt that I am a waitress! You just wait and watch!)"

Huffing she stepped back only to feel her back hit someone. "Hey Devi Maiyya!", Khushi squeaked just as a male voice spoke from behind her, "Oh God!" Khushi's eyes widened in worry and she turned around only to see the man turn around to face her too. Dark skinned, deep eyes and cute face, Khushi's eyes registered the features in a second before she spoke up in a higher voice, "Hi!" When the man did not reply and simply stared at her, Khushi felt nervous and when Khushi was nervous, she rambled away, "I am sorry! I did not see you hiding here! I mean standing here! I mean...", Khushi squeezed her eyes tight as she realised she was rambling. She took a deep breath and remembering her training she gathered her composure. She then smiled a polite and fake smile at the man, "I apologise for disturbing you! Excuse me!"

Khushi turned to step out of the hiding when a soft whisper reached her ears, "Its ok!" Khushi frowned and turned back. The man smiled shyly and shrugged, "You can stay here!" When Khushi stepped back, he softly whispered, "And yes, I am hiding here!" Khushi looked at him with wide eyes and the man shrugged. He smiled sheepishly, "I am not used to this kind of crowd." "Neither am I", Khushi piped up.

The man fell silent and Khushi shut her mouth too. She wondered whether he heard her talk to Devi Maiyya or not. She hoped that he did not. That would be too embarrassing. What would he think of her? She knew what he would think of her. He would think of her as crazy girl who rambles in the air.

As Khushi fretted over what the man must have thought of her rambles, the man beside her softly spoke, "By the way, I for one think you fit in perfectly here!" Khushi frowned, "Excuse me?" The man shrugged, "Even I cannot believe that you are a waitress and I heard you confess it! So you are doing fine I think!"

Khushi's eyes widened as she looked at the man in shock. Confess? When did she confess? That is when she remembered her rambling where she told Devi Maiyya atleast twice that she was a waitress. She closed her eyes in panic. Oh no! Ab hum kya karein Devi Maiyya? What should I do? She looked away wincing. Her secret was out! Soon this man will spread her secret all over the room and my challenge will end before it even started. Naaniji, Arnavji and Anjaliji will kill me! They will roast me and then cut me into pieces! No! I can't let that happen! I have to stop this man! Yes! I have to!

Khushi turned around and grabbed the man's hand, "Dekhiye! Whatever you heard here, forget it! Forget it theek hai! Because I was I was... Haan! I was just rambling! Lying! Nothing else! Theek hai?" When the man simply stared at her, Khushi shook her head as she dropped his hand, "Of course not theek hai! Tum shakal se koi buddhu lagte ho kya jo itni aasaani se bewakoof ban jaaoge! Hum hi bewakoof hoon jo aaju baaju dekhe baghair kuch bhi bol dete hain! Hey Devi Maiyya! (Of course it is not ok! You don't look like a fool who would be fooled so easily by me! I am the fool who did not look here and there before blurting my thoughts out! Hey Devi Maiyya!)"

Khushi slapped her hands over her mouth, wondering what to do next. Clob the man's head with something strong hoping that he looses his memory? But what is the guarantee that he will loose his memory! Her eyes flitted around the room. And then there is nothing around here to clob his head with. Hey Devi Maiyya! Help me! Ab aap hi bataao! What should I do?

Suddenly the man grabbed Khushi's arms and shook her mildly, "Breathe girl! Breathe! You are about to faint!" Khushi came out of her thoughts only to realise that she was hyperventilating. She took a deep breath and then another. The man left her arms once he realised that she was alright. After few breaths Khushi felt better and offered the man a thankful smile. The man smiled back and there was silence for few minutes.

"You were not supposed to know!", Khushi spoke up after few minutes of silence.

"What?", the man murmured, looking at her in confusion.

Khushi looked at him worriedly, "You were not supposed to know that I am a waitress!"

"Oh yes!", the man turned towards her sideways, "What is that all about?"

Khushi sighed in defeat, "It's a looong story!"

The man shrugged, "I have time! After all, what else we can do in this place! And I don't think either of us is interested in getting out of our hiding place for a while!"

Khushi bit her lip. What to do next? Should she tell him? Maybe she can bring some sympathy out of him and make him stay quiet. Hey Devi Maiyya!

Khushi pouted and then nodded, "Fine! I will tell you! Par humaari ek shart hai!"

"Shart? What does that mean?", the man spoke, "Listen! I have lived in USA since my childhood and only came back few years ago so I am still not well versed in Hindi! I can understand it but not much!"

Khushi resisted the urge to slap her forehead. One person I got to share my secret with and even he needs me to speak in English. Khushi wanted to scream in annoyance but she sullenly agreed, "Fine! And shart means means..." Khushi wondered what Shart meant in English. The man looked at her expectantly and she smiled sheepishly, "I am not that good with English yet!"

"Aha!", the man said as if her one explanation revealed to him some big secret. But then, the way she has been blurting her secrets to him, she would not be surprised if she blurted another secret through one sentence. That is when the word come to her, "Condition!", she piped up, "Shart means condition!"

The man slowly nodded, "Ok! So what is your condition?"

"Whatever I am about to reveal to you, you cannot tell anybody. This is a secret between two of us! Got it?", Khushi looked at the man anxiously.

The man narrowed his eyes as he stared at her for few seconds. She bit her lip in worry. Was he going to deny and step out and shout her secret to everybody? Hey Devi Maiyya! You had to throw this new problem at me right? Weren't the problems I already had enough for you?

The man then nodded, "Alright!"

Khushi took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

A half an hour later, once Khushi finished with her narration the man stared at Khushi. He stared and stared and stared. Khushi bit her lip worriedly and then poked him on his chest. He blinked at the sudden poking but did not say anything. She gave him a polite smile, "You must be thinking of me as silly right? Getting into a bet like this and all!"

The man shook his head still looking at her like she was some puzzle he was trying to solve, "No! I don't think you are silly! I think you are brave!"

"Brave?", Khushi squeaked in surprise.

The man smiled softly and nodded, "Yes! You are ready to face an unknown world, battle against unknown with so many hurdles in front of you! That is nothing but bravery in my eyes! I applaud you for your brave attempt!"

Khushi felt her cheeks go warm at his words. It felt good to be praised by some stranger.

The guy chuckled, "You know I have never met a girl like you, so determined to fulfill your dreams! I am Prem!"

"I am Khushi!", Khushi piped up as they shook hands.

Suddenly, a phone rang making Prem jump a little. Khushi giggled as the man blushed. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and answered it. As he spoke his face fell and he sighed with sadness. Khushi frowned. Ise kya hua? Once the call was done, Prem gave her a soft sad smile, "My Mom called! She wants me to stop hiding!"

Khushi was surprised, "So she knows that you are hiding?"

Prem bashfully looked at her, "Actually it is routine; me hiding and her realizing it and nagging me to come out!"

Khushi burst out laughing. When her laughter calmed, she noticed Prem looking at her with smile. When she raised her eyebrows in question, he spoke, "I like your laughter, so wild and unrestrained!"

Khushi blushed again. Prem winced as his phone rang again, "I think that's my call to leave!"

Khushi gave him a wide smile as he moved to walk out of the hiding. Just as he was about to step out, he turned around and offered her his card. She blinked in surprise as she took them. He smiled at her, "Please call me! I like talking to you! You seem so real, not fake like others! Would really like you to be my friend! Please?" Khushi nodded and he walked away.

Khushi read the card and her eyes widened. He was Prem Juneja! Isn't that the name Gayatri Juneja, the CEO of Juneja Industries, mentioned when she talked about her son? She read further and there it was! Associate CEO of Juneja Industries! Oh Ma! Yeh woh rich banda hai! She remembered Naaniji's words. He is richer than Arnav and yet... She frowned as she remembered his gentle demeanor. Yet so different than Arnav. No arrogance, no attitude! Both men are rich and yet so different! Wow!

As Khushi stepped out of her hiding to search for Naani, she remembered what Prem had asked from her. He wanted to be her friend. Her friend! Her! A rich man like him wanted to be her, a waitress' friend! Khushi would not deny that it made her feel a little smug! Her confidence was boosted and she walked out with a proud smile on her face. As she walked, she saw Prem wave at her as he and Gayatri Juneja walked towards the main door. She waved back as she realised that Prem and his mother were leaving the party. The man signaled her to call and she nodded eagerly. She did not want to loose her new friend either. Once they were gone, she trudged towards Naaniji excited to tell her about her new friend.

Just as she walked towards Naaniji, some man drunk walked towards Naani and stumbled. His stumble made his drink fall on Naaniji's Saree. Khushi watched with wide eyes as the lower half of Naaniji's saree turned dark pink colored. Her eyes widened in anger, her hands found the purchase on her hips and she stormed towards the drunk man. How dare he! How dare he pour drink on her Naaniji! Ise toh main chodungi nahi! ( I am not going to leave him!)

Khushi forgot all her lessons as all she saw was red. She was angry and wanted nothing but to rant at the drunk man. And that's what she did when she reached the man.

"Abe oye! Kutte! Kameene! Teri himmat kaisi hui humaari Naaniji ke upar sharaab phenkne ki? (What made you dare to throw alcohol on my Naaniji?)", she ranted.

Naaniji tried to stop her, "Khushi bitiya! Jaane do!" She looked around as people noticed Khushi's rant.

"Bol Devdas! Himmat kaise hui teri? Maang maafi! Maang maafi humaari Naaniji se! (Tell me Devdas! How did you dare? Ask for forgiveness! Ask my Naaniji for forgiveness!)", Khushi scolded. The man was too drunk to comprehend what was happening in front of him but his wife was not.

"Excuse me?", a lady entered the scene, "Who are you to scold my husband?"

"Husband? Tera husband hai yeh? Sambhaalke nahi rakh sakti ise! Kisike upar bhi gire jaa raha hai! (Husband? This is your husband? Can't you take care of him properly? He is falling over anything and everything!)", Khushi now turned towards the wife.

Anjali reached Naaniji while staring at Khushi with wide eyes. Khushi continued with the scolding just as Naaniji pointed to Anjali, the people gathering around them. Anjali flinched as she took them in. She closed her eyes as she noticed Arnav standing nearby glaring at Khushi. Beside Arnav, Aakash stood looking as if he was praying. But then with the way Khushi was behaving, Aakash must be praying that Arnav did not murder Khushi tonight. Khushi meri Ma! Ab toh chup ho ja! But Khushi refused to stop and continued to rant at the couple. The lady was now looking at Khushi with horror while the drunk man continued to sway oblivious.

After a twenty minutes, Khushi's anger seemed to melt and her ranting slowed down, "Samjhe? Ab jaao yahaan se! Aur phir se peeke nahi aana! (Understood? Now get away from here! And never come out drunk!)" The lady grabbed her husband and ran away, probably scared of Khushi's rants. Khushi huffed and then turned to Naaniji, "Chaliye Naaniji! Hum ab iss party mein nahi rahenge!" Naaniji nodded. Oh yes! After what happened, she definitely did not want to stay in this party.

Anjali stepped over to her brothers, "I don't think she is ready Chote!"

Arnav gave her glare while Aakash commented, "You think?"

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?", Arnav roared as he glared at Khushi. Khushi gulped and looked down. They were back at the house and all had changed into their normal clothes. Now Khushi sat in the study room while Arnav paced in front of her in anger. Naaniji, Aakash and Anjali sat nearby watching the proceedings shaking their head at Khushi's antics.

"Bolo Khushi bitiya! What was that?", Naaniji questioned. While the rant was quiet amusing and she was pleased that Khushi felt close enough to her to defend her honor, but she would have appreciated it more if Khushi had done the same in English and in some polite manner.

Khushi huffed, "Humne aisa kya galat kiya?", she whined.

"Khushi! English bitiya!", Naaniji admonished and Khushi put her head down again.

"Khushi!", Anjali spoke in a polite tone, "What you did wasn't wrong! The way you did it was wrong! You could have said your piece in English too! And there was no need to use such a crude manner!"

Khushi remained quiet as Aakash also scolded her while Arnav simply glared at her, "This is ridiculous Khushi! You could have just leave the situation to me and Bhai like Anjali Di did! We would have handled it quietly and gracefully too! What you did was too brash and too uncivil! You are supposed to be high society bred and there you were behaving so uncouthly! I so did not expect this from you Khushi!"

Aakash finished with his rant and there was silence all around. Khushi felt someone's eyes burning on her and she looked up to see Arnav glare at her. She stood up annoyed, "Why are you glaring? Why don't you scold me too? All I did was defend my Naaniji and instead of getting a hug I am getting scolded! Hadd hai yaar! This is the limit!"

Khushi stormed out of the room and ran into her room. Pouting in anger, her eyes fell on the card on the nightstand. Prem's card. She picked up the card and dialed his number on a whim.

"Hello! Prem Juneja speaking!" a voice came and Khushi gulped. Now that she heard his voice, she was having second doubts about this call. Would he really want to talk to a waitress? She was not sure now!

"Hello! Who is this?", Prem spoke again and against her better judgment Khushi blurted out, "Its me!"

"Khushi?", the man spoke in surprise, "Is that you?"

"Arre waah! You recognized my voice!", Khushi was surprised and that showed in her tone.

"Surprised?", Prem asked and Khushi nodded, "Yup!"

"I don't think I can forget such an awe inspiring person like you!", Prem spoke and Khushi grinned at his words. He cheered her so easily, she mused.

"So what are you doing now? Is the party over?", Prem asked and Khushi frowned as she remembered the party, "I don't know! We left few minutes after you!"

"Oh really?", Prem asked and Khushi could not stop herself from telling him what happened after the Junejas left.

Once she was done, Prem spoke in amused tone, "He is angry with you because you defended his Naaniji? Your Arnav Singh Raizada is weird!"

"I know!", Khushi huffed. That is when her eyes fell on the clock and realised that she was calling after 10.

"It is so late! I did not notice the time! I hope I did not wake you up!", she spoke contritely.

"What? No!", Prem spoke but Khushi could not let go of it, "I am sorry for calling so late!"

"Its ok! I don't mind! What are friends for?", Prem spoke and Khushi's eyes widened. How in this snobbish high society world did such a sweet guy exist?

Prem and Khushi continued to talk randomly for a while before Khushi felt sleepy and they said their byes. If you asked Khushi, she would not be able to tell you what Khushi and Prem talked about. All she knew was that while Arnav irritated her, Prem made her laugh.

Are you all shocked by this Prem waala Jhatka?

Don't worry, this is not a love triangle story. And Prem might fall for Khushi but he will not be the kabab mein haddi or negative character. Prem is here for certain reason which will be revealed soon. The photos of Junejas are posted below and also in the CS! By the way, the new characters are from Kis Des Mein Hai Mera Dil show!

And the sample dress worn by Khushi in the update is the one in the banner! I just described that dress!

Prem:

Gayatri:

Thank you, take care and have fun,

Kalpana

P.S. See you on 16th of December!