Chapter 4
"Namaste Bhaiyya"
"Hi HP"
"Shall I get the dinner ready?"
"uhmm..yea go ahead I'll just got get change. Where's Di?"
"She has just gone to sleep. She was waiting for you since afternoon."
Arnav had gone straight to his office. He was constantly disturbed with her thoughts. And now he was irritated. He had to busy himself before he gets insane. But he had completely forgotten about his sister to whom he had told that he'd be back by afternoon. He sighed helplessly. No matter how much he asks her to not wait for him, she never stops doing that. Old habits die hard Chote. She had said that a few years ago. Guess she believes in it just too much for her own good.
He lied down on his big California king size bed for only this could accommodate his 6 feet 2 inched finely built body. Oh how much he missed his bed. Wonder why don't even the 5* hotels keep big beds in UK. First he couldn't take his jet, then had to deal with tenacious and obstinate lad, then couldn't even get good nights' sleep all because of those good for nothing extremely small-for-his-size beds. And if that wasn't enough, he was haunted with her thoughts. Guess this UK deal is going to cost him a lot, his peace too. So beautiful. Yup. That's what described her perfectly. A small smile lurked on his face. Her almond shaped heavily painted clear and doe eyes. What was in them that made his breath stuck in his throat. Fear? Pain? There was something, which left him with uneasiness ever since she collided with him till the moment. Those little frown on her forehead. Was it because she was hurt when she fell? Or was it due to the heavy dress she wore. Or was something else that she was bothered about? Or perhaps someone. With the thoughts moving down the memory lane about the happenings of the day, his already unsettled heart was even more disturbed when her image once again popped in his mind. Her clothes. Skirt blouse. No, Lehenga Choli. A deep red wine and gold Lehenga choli. And her hands-the mehndi..what was all that supposed to mean? Is she..is she..s..she is married?
With the married' word coming in his mind created jitters in his body leading to insomnia, and with the disturbing thoughts of a fragile and delicate particular someone, Arnav Singh Raizada drifted to a lunatic and an insecure sleep.
Next day, Arnav was sitting in his conference room along with his PA, Rohan, and his creative team, discussing about various ways to make the upcoming fashion show a complete bang in the whole fashion industry when one of the employees suggested,
"Sir, wedding season is coming soon. So wouldn't it be good if we launch our own bridal collection. Plus we have been into western collection for quite some time now, and so many people including your family doesn't really appreciate it so why not we.."
He stopped in between when another employee hit him hard on his leg from beneath the table and he looked away embarrassed when Arnav passed him his famous dirty and cold looks. He did not like the mention of his family but he can't even deny the fact that indeed his Di, Anjali Singh Raizada (now a Singhania) and his grandmother, Nani, never approved of his designs and everyone were well aware of that. So he considered the suggestion and asked his creative team to start working on the project from today onwards.
He went back to his cabin after finishing the conference and sat on his giant office chair and closed his eyes. Just the mere mention of bridal collection again took him 24 hours back when he met her. Her picture was well glued in his mind and now his constant flashback was moving that picture towards the frame of his heart. He had been over thinking things, her, and he wasn't liking it a bit. She doesn't have any right to just descend in his world and change his life. He was the king in his world and he just simply cannot afford a queen right now. Because if the queen was someone like her, he was sure to bear huge losses, losing his mind was one of them-or perhaps your heart too. He snapped open his eyes with the ring of his cell phone. Di!
"Hi Di! How are you this morning?" he asked extra cautiously measuring her mood carefully.
"O shutup Chote, now you don't have to act over smart, because you are not"
"What the-" Now that was what you call the female version of Arnav. The ASR. Anjali Singh Raizada. So what if she is married, name can change, blood doesn't. And she reminded him of that every now and then. She can be witty at times, a child even, but when it comes to being stubborn or angry, she was definitely his big sis.
"Stop with your incomplete sentences. I had just called you to remind you that his b'day's on Saturday, and we are all going Goa. Do not forget."
"What Goa? Di we have our fashion show in 6 months, vacations at this time is not a good idea." He said and waited for her reply.
"I'll be waiting. Don't fail me." She said quietly and put the receiver down. He sighed and cursed himself for hurting her again. But he knew that she was just being emotional to drag him to Goa with her. And he cannot upset her, not even if she is pretending to be. So typical her. He smiled and resumed his work. He has to pack up a few things before leaving, so he drowned himself in work again.
***
"Here you go", Sia came in their balcony where Khushi was standing watching the sunset, not so happily. It's been a week since her arrival, and she had tried applying in over half a dozen of popular and trendy makeup institutes with high market value and huge favourable clientele. But no use. They are asking for a huge fee deposits. Okay she comes from a very strong family background, have probably millions of pounds deposited in her name, agreed. But she has left it. She only has a few hundred thousand in her account which she is counting on. She can't just throw them at anything she likes. Not until she is capable of. Even if she deposits the first semester fees in the oh-so-popular institute, what is she going to do for the rest of the semester, or even living. She had promised Sia that she will contribute in house's expenses and there was no way Khushi R-..khushi Gupta is backing off. So, here she is, standing in her balcony, trying to judge and assess what possible solution would there be to solve her problem.
"Thank you!" Khushi took the coffee mug from Sia and then continued staring out.
It had been around 10 minutes that Sia was observing Khushi. What is so wrong with her? Why is she so quite? Is she some sort of a reserved type of a person? An introvert? What? No way. If that is the case, how is she going to kill her time with her being all-so-quite-I-love-my-silence? She has to initiate a conversation. Maybe there is something she is bothered about.
"Problem?"
"Yea. No. Not really. I mean yes, there is but not a big deal, I'll figure out something" saying that khushi passed a tight smile to Sia.
"Com'on you can tell. You'll feel better. I've told you so much about myself, why can't you tell me?"
"Wait-koi murder ka chakkar to nae haina? I mean I hope you are not involved in some crime or something"
Khushi laughed at her yet another weird self assessment about her. It is true. Khushi had learned so many things about Sia. She came here three years back when she was twenty, had ran away from her house because her step mother was some sort of crack headed b****, had worked at different places. There was a time when she was earning quite well when she had built this house. This was her dream house. Like the way she had always designed for her Barbie dolls, before that crack head came into the picture and had practically ruined her dreams. Right now she was a struggling model. Does ad films when offered. And even though she had asked her no guys at any cost', she does bring this certain cute guy with her sometimes. She suppressed her smile, remembering the very next day of her arrival, when she had met with him for the first time.
~~~***~~~
"Sia. Wakeup. There's someone at the door."
"Go away khushi. And ask that moron to leave as well." Saying so, Sia changed her side, covered her ears with the pillow and went back to sleep.
"but t-"
"I'm very sleepy Khushi, just leave the hell alone me." She literally screamed, and the door bell stopped ringing suddenly, as if the person at the door had heard her yelling.
It was 1:45 pm. It is past noon. When is she going to wake up? I have to go for my work. Grossed in her thoughts, she went into the kitchen to prepare something for the grumpy girl sleeping in the next room. She felt something. She looked to her right, there was a shadow. There was definitely a shadow. But a shadow of what? There isn't anyone. Maybe Sia's awake. Finally. She sighed relieved and continued making sandwich. She really liked it the day before. Plus, she doesn't know anything to cook other that than a few types of sandwiches and pastas. After finishing, she put the plate on the dining table and went to call her. As soon as she entered the living room, she saw someone in faded blue-black jeans, a white shirt and a black jacket, with something in his hands. Oh My God!!! There is a thief!!!! Shoot..what is she going to do now? Covering her mouth with one hand, she took steps backward and went back into the kitchen; she quickly scanned the area and found a broomstick. Yes, that will serve him right. With that she went back and saw him staring at her luggage. Oh so he knows where have I put my jewellery. Smarty pants. But you are so not going away with this or anything else from this house. She took in a deep breath, held onto the stick more firmly and attacked him from behind.
"What the h-"
With the words of disgrace leaving his mouth, she was startled f or a minute. Hasn't she heard of similar words before, at the airport, by...
Her chain of thoughts was broken by the sudden movement from the guy. He turned around and they faced eye to eye. No he was not him. Of course, why would he barge in like a thief. Thief! OMG! I've a thief in front of me!! Attack khushi, do not back off.
With that said, she attacked him once again, this time on his head. The guys seemed to feel dizzy for a second but regained his posture once again. "Just-just a sec-ond lady w-what..a..are..yy...y..you..doing?" he tried saying in between the beating he was receiving so harshly from her.
"You barge into my house, rob off and then ask me what am I doing? How dare you?"
"w..what? bar..barged in?" khushi stopped for a second and raised her eye brows. Dare you deny it? "Okay fine, I did but-". That's it, khushi again started hitting him.
"SIAAA.."
"Stop shouting you JACKASS", she said while stopping for a few seconds. Gosh! This guy is huge. He has made her tired in the morning itself, what is she going to do the whole day. She wasn't even over with the jet lag yet, and now this. "I should be the one screaming"
"SSIIIAAA"
"You shout one more time and I swear I'll hit you in your gut"
"No you won't", he said a bit hesitantly and scared. Who is she? Lady Gaga? Or the Jhansi ki Rani. No I bet Phoolan devi.
"Try me!" she replied confidently.
"What the hell is going on here? Khushi? And what on earth are you doing with that broom?"
They both turned towards Sia who was staring at them with wide eyes, still in her night suit. As soon as he saw her, he rushed to her and said, "Baby, look what has she done?", showing her his now blue skin to Sia.
"Get away from my friend you jerk, before I hit you really bad this time"
"Stop it both of you!! Khushi drop that stick, now. And you get away from me."
Sia said to khushi and him. "But he is a t-" khushi started.
"No he is not. He is actually my boyfriend, NK. "
"What?" khushi asked again. Maybe she heard it wrong.
"I'm his boyfriend, and she is my girlfriend," said NK looking towards khushi a bit confidently this time. Khushi quickly dropped the stick and covered her mouth with both hands.
"But then why were you barging in like a thief??"
"That's because we broke up last night." Sia said.
"No, don't say that baby, I said I'm sorry. I was not in my senses. I didn't know you'd take my jokes by heart. Please, just this one time, please?" NK looked at her with puppy face. Oh how much she loved that cute li'l face of the love of her life. But he did cross his limits last night so why not pretend to break up. "You said I was-" she said sadly.
"Of course not. Baby you're my princess and will always be mine till I make you my queen." Saying that, he hugged her. Sia smiled and winked at khushi while hugging him. Khushi raised her both brows in realization that all this was a drama she had been doing all this time only to regain his love. She smiled at them. They really looked like made for each other couple. She cleared her throat and said, "I..I'm sorry NK. You see I'm new here and I didn't know about you so..I'm really very sorry."
"Oh thank you all Gods in heaven!! She finally realized that I'm not a thief'" he said raising his index finger and middle finger in air stressing on the word thief. Khushi gave an embarrassed smile to him.
"Hi, I'm Nikhil, Nikhil Kapoor. Call me NK!" he said and winked at her.
"Khushi Gupta." They both exchanged pleasantries.
"Wow! Perfect American accent! Who are we with, America's next super model?" NK joked around and khushi rolled her eyes. These both..urgh..what can she say now.
"UK! I'm from London!"
"Top Model UK!! Even better!" NK squealed with excitement and appreciation and khushi just simply smiled. Sometimes, fate isn't too cruel. It can compensate for all the brutality by just sending some amazing people in life, who we proudly call friends. And right now, khushi was feeling very contented with what she have achieved.
Since then, NK has been the regular visitor to them. And she has realized that not all people are mean and selfish. There are some great people like Sia and Nikhil for whom respecting people and their space is important. And she wondered how well they have come along together in such a short time. Even though NK was beaten to pulp by khushi, he was glad his girlfriend was safe with the Meow. Yup, that's what he had started calling her ever since the beating session. Meow, black cat, the ultimate fighter, unaware of the fact that she really was a fighter.
~~~***~~~
"No. No problem. I was just having some weird flashbacks" and when Sia frowned at her, she said, "ignore that." And smiled at her. There was no way she was going to tell her about her problems, she'll leave that to NK. She had seen how both of them have come closed to each other in just a week's time. And no, she did not doubt them. She may not know khushi properly, but she knew NK enough and she trusted him. Provided she had some trust issues at the beginning but now she is working on it and guess khushi is entering in her circle of trust. She can definitely count on her. So, she decided to talk something else. Staring at her hands, she asked. "What's with the mehndi and all?"
Khushi looked at her hands and smiled and looked at her, "what do you think it is?"
The mischief in her eyes indicated something. Sia looked at her confused and then her eyes increased in their size, ready to pop out. No, it is not what she is thinking, or is it?
"You're married?" her voice a bit too loud for someone standing just in front of her. Khushi chuckled at her reaction and said, "Almost." And burst out laughing at her face-confused and shocked and stunned and amazed and all the adjectives that can describe surprise.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I ran away from the venue on the day of my wedding!"
"You ran away from your wedding?"
"Yes, just like you did"
"But how come none realized that the bride has run away from mandap?"
"I don't know. I wasn't there to see what and how did they found out I was missing" she chuckled at her own answers. Sia and NK have seriously driven her crazy. Just like they are.
"Tell me everything." Sia said, keeping her coffee mug on the table and resting on the cane sofa placed there. Khushi once again looked at the sun set and continued,
"I did not want to get marry and my father was forcing me to tie knots with one of his business colleague's son. So I ran away." She turned telling her as a matter of fact.
"Why didn't you want to marry? Did you love someone?" Sia's eyes sparkled at her own question and khushi simply laughed.
"No I do not love anyone. It's just that I wanted freedom. I wanted to do something for myself, wanted to study makeup and pursue my career as a fine makeup artist."
"Didn't you try convincing your father?"
Khushi sighed remembering the innumerable times she had tried to convince him about her dreams and goals in life and said, "I did, only he wouldn't listen. For him, his business was important and..my dreams were lame like teenager's wishes when asked, they say they want to go Mars and talk with aliens. And when he forced me for the wedding, I knew that was the end of my life if I agreed, so I ran away. So you see, I'm not Khushi Gupta, I'm a Runaway Bride.'"
"who said you are a runaway bride?" A voice from behind startled the, both.
"Gosh NK! When will you stop jumping on us from behind?!"
"Don't change the topic girls. I'm serious"
"You were eaves dropping us, weren't ya?! Khushi asked.
"If listening to what bulls*** my friend thinks of herself, then yes, I was eavesdropping."
Khushi lowered her eyes sighing, took her coffee mug and started sipping while again diverting her attention toward now black sky. No matter what anyone thinks of her, good or bad, truth remains the same. Although she had ran away for what she think is a right reason, it does not leave the fact uncovered that it was indeed a wrong approach.
"Khushi I'm talking to you. Look at me" NK said, this time a bit sternly. Khushi swiftly turned around. She was stunned at is tone. She never knew the always happy guy like NK could have this serious epitome as well. She needed to calm him down before he gets angry and asks her to get the hell out of here. Then what will she do? Where will she go?
"Baby bear, why would you say that?" upon seeing her confused face, he continued, "listen to me very carefully and believe me when I say that you are a fighter! You tried talking to you dad didn't ya? So if he did not understand you because of his all fat ego, you certainly had to take a step. I'd rather say if had you accepted to marry someone who I'm sure was akin to your dad, that would have made you a runaway wimp. You're my pumpkin okay? And you have absolutely no right to say anything to her and I mean it."
Happy tears were formed, not only in khushi's eyes but in Sia's as well. Khushi hugged him and started crying. Not that she wanted to but the tears were threatening to come out of their territory ever since she had written that awful letter to her father that she was leaving. Now she realized that she had left for good. And now, these painful tears changed into happy tears. And she was happy.
"Okay. Enough with the crying. You need a change. I'm celebrating my b'day this Saturday in Goa, and you are coming with us." Khushi opened her mouth to retort but was cut in between, "and I want no arguments on that. End of discussion."
Khushi smiled wiping tears and the trio shared a cute hug. So Goa it is. Destiny has some amazing plans outlined for the two souls. No one knows what is in store for them.