IPKKND FF: KHUSHI by JALEBI JANE Thread 1: EPISODE 001-052 - Page 102

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KHUSHI by Jalebi Jane (EPISODE 050)

IT HAS OFT BEEN SAID THAT angry people are not wise. And though I am reluctant to generalize about an entire sex, this statement is especially true of men. And most especially true of a man named Arnav Singh Raizada.

"You two have had a busy morning planning all this," he blurted, his eyes fiercely trained on his wife, demanding an answer.

Khushi stilled in her movements and Arnav saw her face drain of colour. He instantly felt regret. He had hurt her. But she had hurt him. She had made plans without consulting him.

Arnav's family exchanged looks. They felt all the awkwardness of seeing Chotte being Chotte.

Nani spoke to dissipate the tension. "You named her Khushi because she was born on the same day as our Khushi Bitya?" Nani asked Yash.

"Ji ha," Yash replied.

Anjali said, "in that case, both birthday girls ought to celebrate together."

Little Khushi clapped her hands, and made everybody smile.

Anjali turned to Khushi and caught her hand. "Had Yash not mentioned it, we would have not known about your birthday."

"I ought to have mentioned it," Payal piped up.

Arnav saw Payal glance at him and then at Khushi.

"When is your birthday?" Anjali was asking Payal.

Akaash replied instantly. Payal turned to her husband and asked, "how did you know?"

Akaash said what every wise husband ought to say: "I make it my business to know everything about you."

But Payal recollected the circumstances of her last birthday and pointed out that he only knew because he had given Khushi a lift home from the office that day. It had been very late. Heavy rain, as she recalled.

Payal's words assailed Arnav with images of that day. The photo shoot. The red saree. The rain in the parkade. Anger again had made him irrational that evening. She had almost been run over by a car. Arnav's own heartlessness shamed him. His throat locked with self-disgust. He pushed away from the table, and walked towards the stairs. As he began to climb the stairs, something made him stop. He looked back and saw that Khushi watched him. She had watched him leave. Their eyes met for a brief moment. He wordlessly begged her to come to him. Khushi turned away.

KHUSHI WAS LIVID. How dare he humiliate me in that manner? And, in front of their family and her friend! By the end of breakfast, her anger had dissipated to that level where she could confront him intelligently---where she could be trusted to speak her mind and not simply aim heavy blunt objects at his blasted head. She went up to their bedroom and found him where she expected him. Seated on the recliner with the laptop open.

When she entered the room, he rose to his feet. She closed the door and marched forward.

"Khushi---" he began.

But she stopped him with a gesture of her hand. "Nahin, I will speak." Her breath rushed in and out of her lungs as though she was gasping for life in a tiny closed room. "What have you to accuse me of? Let's have it out!"

A dark cloud descended on Arnav's face. But to his credit, he said nothing.

Khushi continued. "Is your manhood threatened by Yash's presence?"

"Shut up!" Arnav said.

"You behave as though I have betrayed you. So say it." Arnav looked away. Khushi demanded, "Say it! Tell me how I have wronged you?"

Still silence.

Khushi had hoped she would not have to go to this level, but clearly she had no other option. "Fine," she said. "You won't say it, so I will. Yash and I are in love."

The words had barely left her mouth before Arnav had grasped her by the shoulders and pinned her against the glass sliding door. "How dare you speak such a lie?"

"I'm not lying!" Khushi flashed back, struggling against the grip on her shoulders.

"You are lying!" he growled in a threatening manner, his eyes burning into the heart of her. "I know you are mine. Only mine. I know what is between us---" his voice cut off.

The words had come from his own mouth. And that had been Khushi's intention.

"Then why? Why do you persist in this way?" she asked. Her voice softening upon hearing his required admission.

He shook his head. "I don't know, Khushi," he said releasing her shoulders. "Maybe because I know you deserve a better man than myself."

There it was, Sisters---he had said it out loud. Fear did strange things to a man. He knew there were a million better men than he. Men who would do justice to a love like Khushi's.

Khushi heaved a soft sigh. In all fairness, he had warned her that life with him would be a beautiful nightmare. She had not forgotten she had in her lunacy consented. "You are such an idiot! I don't want what I deserve. I want you." She went into his arms and embraced him, but he didn't pull her close. Khushi tilted her head up to him and said, "Do I now need to ask you to hold me?"

He drew her into the warmth of his arms. "I should have known about your birthday."

Khushi smiled, pressing her lips to his neck. "Yes," she said. "You are a terrible husband."

By Jalebi Jane

You are now through the worst of it, Sisters :-)

Originally posted by: roshaan

Truly very painful update very well written

oh man...i love the way khushi show arnav some sense

Khushi, you are adorable!!. Arnav, always the doubting Thomas...

I understand Arnav's irritation over her birthday...Yash had no business planning things for Khushi, knowing that this is her first birthday as ARnav's wife, what if they probably have some other personal plans.

brilliantly written...the emotions were perfectly portrayed...👏

Amazing and delightful chapters...each has a different aura...

Arnav- a very loving husband even with all the flaws, but then who doesn't have flaws?