ArHi FF: Journey To Love CH 4 PG 27 *SEPT 11*- Page 3

CHAPTER 1: DETENTION

"Where the hell are you running? Gupta, wait. That's mine." Arnav was running behind Khushi who had his pen with her. Khushi glared at him while running, "this pen doesn't belong to you. It belongs to my brother"

"But he gave this pen to me. That means this belongs to me now. Wait, Gupta"

"The hell I will" Khushi said as she ran towards his brother's class. Her eyes fell on class 10 C. without giving a second thought, she ran into the class yelling, "BHAI! I HATE THIS BRATTY..." but her voice died as soon as she saw history professor glaring at her.

"What the hell, Gupta. DIII, LOOK WHAT..." Arnav yelled as he followed Khushi into the class but his voice too died soon.

"Ms. Gupta and Mr. Raizada, detention after school. See you in library" the professor said in no nonsense tone while Arnav and Khushi sighed.

Great. The day had just began.

...

"What was that Khush? How can you just barge into the classroom yelling on top of your voice?" Sameer asked his sister during lunch break. Khushi lowered her head, "I am sorry. But it wasn't my mistake"

"Then whose mistake was it?"

"Bratty Raizada"

"Khu..." Sameer stopped when he saw his classmate and girlfriend of four years Anjali coming towards their table. Sameer laughed looking at the scene in front of him.

"Oww, Di. What the. Di, stop. Di, it hurts. Damn it. DI" Arnav said trying to free his ears as Anjali was pulled it while walking towards the table where Sameer and Khushi sat. Anjali pushed him on the chair and pulled his ear again," why did you do that?"

"For god's sake, di, leave my ear first" Anjali glared at him and the left his ear. She crossed her arms across her chest and tapped her foot, "tell me. I am waiting"

"It wasn't my fault. It's all due to Gupta"

"Haw! Bratty Raizada, Stop lying" Khushi said

"I am not lying"

"Of course you are"

"Damn it. How many times should I tell you that Sameer gave me this pen?"

"And how many times did I tell you stop calling him by his name" Anjali said pulling his ear again.

"What the! Stop pulling them Di. I don't have a spare one. If something happens to my delicate ears, what will happen to my image?"

"Gah! You have no image bratty Raizada" Khushi said

"I am not talking to you, Gupta"

"This pen belongs to MY brother"

"And YOUR brother gave this pen to me. Right Sameer?" he saw Anjali giving him glares when he quickly added, "I mean Sameer Bhai"

Sameer laughed, "Khush, Arnav is right. I gave him this pen. Give that pen back to him"

"Never in this life time"

"Khush?" Sameer gave a look to his sister

"Fine" Khushi gave the pen back to Arnav reluctantly, "but this isn't over, Bratty Raizada"

"Oh yes! The war is on"

...

Arnav couldn't believe his bad luck today.

Detention with Gupta.

He was already having a nightmare. Why was God so cruel sometimes? He walked into the library and saw the history professor already waiting for them. He looked around but couldn't find Gupta.

"You are late, Arnav"

"I am sorry sir. I had a last minute assignment to complete"

"And where is your partner in crime?" he asked.

Partner in crime? What the fudge!

He was about to answer when he heard her, "I am here, sir"

"And why are you late?"

"I am so sorry sir. Actually, I was helping someone"

"Who?"

"A bird"

What the. A bird? Was she crazy?

Arnav looked at Khushi in disbelief. "What bird?" he heard the professor ask. Khushi sighed, "Sir, I saw a bird, hurt, lying on the ground. No one was ready to help him and I can't see birds in pain. Even animals have right to live. They are also living beings" Arnav chuckled while she explained this dramatically. Khushi helping a bird? Impossible. A girl who ties crackers at the dog's tail can never help a bird. He tried to suppress his laughter.

"Anything amusing, Arnav?"

"No sir"

"Alright then. Here is your punishment. Ms. Lekha needs help. She wants you to arrange all these books in alphabetical order"

Arnav and Khushi looked at the huge pile of books and sighed. It is indeed going to be a long day

...

"I can't believe I am stuck here" Arnav groaned. Khushi made a face, "as if I am enjoying this. This is all because of you."

"Gupta, learn to accept your mistakes"

"You too, bratty Raizada"

"Arnav Singh Raizada never makes mistakes"

"How much delusional can you be?"

"What do you mean?"

"Forget it. I would rather arrange these books than fight with you"

"Who starts them?"

"Obviously, you"

"Gupta"

"Bratty Raizada"

"SILENCE" they heard the professor speak. Arnav and Khushi glared at each other. They continued to work in silence when Khushi spoke again, "do you know something is going on between our history professor and Ms. Lekha?" But Arnav didn't respond. Khushi spoke again, "I heard they were making out in the library"

NO RESPONSE

"Do you think this is true?"

NO REPONSE

"Say something"

NO RESPONSE

"I wish La was here. At least we would have gossiped something. You are useless Bratty Raizada"

"Shut up"

"What?"

"I said Shut up"

"Bratty Raizada, I hate you" Khushi muttered under her breath.

"How could I hate him and have a crush on him at the same time? Teenage hormones. So confusing" She muttered to herself and sighed.

"Did you say something?" Arnav asked

"Did you hear anything?" She asked sweetly pasting a huge smile on her face

"Whatever" Arnav rolled his eyes looking at the fake smile.

...

Arnav walked into his house tired. The day had been really hard for him. He was about to move to his room when he heard his mother, Araina Singh Raizada speak, "so my son is back having his detention"

Arnav smiled and hugged his mother, "Yes ma"

Araina chuckled, "Anju told me what happened. I like this girl. What's her name? Yes, Khushi"

"Please ma. Don't talk about her. She has already eaten half of my brains for today. Let the remaining be with me"

"That was mean"

"She is mean"

"You shouldn't say like this about her. Its bad manners"

"She deserves it"

"Chote"

"Maaa"

...

Khushi walked into the house tired when she saw her little sister Meera crying. She immediately rushed to her, "what happened? Why are you crying? Are you hurt? Did something happen in school?"

Meera rubbed her nose, "di"

"What happened, Meera?"

"I am in love"

"WHAT!!'

NOTE: I got few questions asking if this is going to be a teenage story. Let me clear this right now. It is NOT a teenage story. This story will take a leap after few updates 😳