Chapter 2 : Abhi Ishq ke Imtihan aur bhi hain
So this is the second and final part on demand of many readers. I had never thought that this simple story will get so popular. Thanks dearo😘😘
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"Arun Bhaisaab, what Arnav has done is totally unacceptable!" Manorama, Lavanya's mother was screaming at Arnav's father. While her husband Manohar was standing behind taking a helpless face.
Payal was happy, for her sister but remained quite, for the sake of her sister-in-law and husband.
While Ratna was busy in making her husband and Manorama understand, Shashi was doing same to his wife!
"Garima, we should support our daughter. She is mature, knows about right or wrong!"
"If she is so much mature, then why didn't she tell us, when I proposed NK to her? What will I answer to Madhumati? "
There was chaos everywhere while Arnav and Khushi were nervously sitting since they had come out of the room an hour ago and declared their fake marriage to all!
Lavanya came forward, not able to control anymore, "Arnie, is it some joke? When did you marry this chamkili? You love me right?"
Before Arnav could say something, Khushi came forward, "Miss Phati Saree! Don't you feel shame, wooing a married man? Call him Arnav Sir!" Arnav tried to control his smile.
After scurrying away Lavanya, Khushi whispered to Arnav,
"I think we should not have lied to our parents!"
"There was no other way Khushi! Your mother and my father would have never understood, marrying us off to their choice. Now at least we have an excuse!"
As Arnav finished, NK came to Khushi, "Khushiji, I love you very much! Why did you hide it from me?" He was about to cry when Arnav cut him short, "NK, she is your Bhabhi now! Stay away from her." His tone was enough to shoo away poor NK.
After half an hour the final verdict was ready, as Arun Singh Raizada came forward, "Arnav! We don't approve of this marriage. We have given words to Manohar. Now you have to choose between us or that girl!"
Garima Gupta was also not behind, "Did you hear that Khushi? When they are not ready to accept you, then why are you hell bent on ruining your life? Leave Arnav. NK is a good guy. He will accept you even after all this."
Both Arnav and Khushi were irritated on the behavior of their respective parents.
Holding each others hands, they showed everyone that they are not meant to be separated.
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"We can arrange only this, at such a short notice, Khushi Ma'am." Anjali said opening the balcony door of the 1BHK flat. Yesterday after their dramatic stunt, their parents had refused to accept their marriage, forcing them to leave home.
Shashi and Ratna had tried to stop them, trying to make their children as well as spouses understand. But no one budged.
"It is more than enough, Anjali Ma'am! I don't know how to thank you for this." They were looking for a rented accommodation, which was very difficult in Delhi. "Khushi is right. We will manage in it for now."
They had spent the last night in Anjali and Shyam's home, on their insistence. "Arnav, Khushi, you call me Jeejaji, then let me do my duty. Come with us, that's not a problem." Shyam had taken them to his home and also arranged this flat in the proper locality.
By the evening, Khushi was done with arranging their things, which mostly consisted of their clothes they had brought before leaving their homes.
Arnav had gone out to buy some necessary things. She heard her phone rang, "Haan Arnav....why... not now, there are a lot of things to do...ok, just for 15 minutes." She hang up, getting ready to go out somewhere she didn't know yet.
"Mandir?" Khushi asked as Arnav parked his bike. He had brought it with him while leaving home.
Arnav took Khushi's hand, leading her upstairs.
"I want to turn our lie into a permanent truth, Khushi!" He took out Mangalsutra and Sindoor from his pocket.
Khushi had tears in her eyes, when he tied the sacred thread in her neck along with sindoor. "We will get married in grand way, after we get blessings of our parents. This is just to respect our morals. If I am living together with you then only after keeping your honor intact!" He said wiping her tears. While she could just hug him in response.
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"That bitch spoiled my whole plan!" Lavanya was fuming while Manorama was sitting with hands on her head.
"Why are you not saying anything Mumma!!" Lavanya coaxed her mother.
"After all this, you dare to scream at me! What is left there to say now! You have done everything to disgrace us!" Lavanya lowered her face while Manorama stood up from her seat coming close to her.
"How many times had I told you to keep away from those good-for-nothing boys! But no, why will you listen to me! My bad luck that I got kids like you! That Aakash married that Khoon-bhari-tang and you....I feel ashamed even to utter it!"
"I had got drunk Mumma! It was mistake of that Aman. He had spiked my drink and then took advantage of it."
"Stop repeating it. I am fed up listening to it since last 2 months!"
There was another issue troubling this mother-daughter duo. Lavanya was pregnant with Aman's, child. Aman was a spoiled brat, student of final year in her college. In the farewell party two months ago, he was successful in sleeping with her. Not that she was innocent.
"I had suggested you the abortion!" Manorama again screeched.
"But we had planned to trick Raizadas! I was about to get married to him and everyone would have thought that it's Arnav's baby."
But their plan failed, leaving them frustrated.
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It was late night when Arnav and Khushi reached back after having dinner at a restaurant. They were too tired to prepare food at home.
Locking the main door they reached their bedroom only to realize that there is only one bed there, with no recliner or sofa.
"I will sleep on floor!" Arnav suggested.
"Arnav, you sleep on bed, I will manage on floor." They had decided to not take their relationship forward until their parents bless them.
"Khushi, it's just one night. You rest on bed. Tomorrow we will arrange for another bed."
"If it's just one night, then you sleep on bed na!"
Finally they both decided to sleep on bed. "We can control ourselves. We are not teenagers anyway!" Arnav said nervously.
"Right. It's just matter of one night. No problem!" Khushi was also unsure.
As they both laid side by side there were butterflies in her stomach while his hand was itching to touch her.
After half an hour of pure discomfort he rolled on her kissing her sensuously, while she responded, moving her hands all over him.
"A slight change in our rules. We can kiss!" He said panting after the hot encounter.
"Anyways we had kissed even before we got married." She tried to reason.
He lay beside her still feeling hungry for her touch. 'She is very sweet, a combination of honey and fresh cherries!'
"How many kisses are allowed in one day!" She asked, making him hopeful for another skirmish.
"Are 100 enough! No, 500. Okay?" Arnav asked innocently while Khushi nodded blushingly.
They didn't wait for one more second, assaulting each others tongues passionately. When they were breathless, he moved down grazing his teeth till he reached her sensuous dip where secret treasures were hidden.
If Khushi remembered about their resolve she didn't dare to remind him.
After half an hour their clothes were discarded metres away from them. She was lying between his legs, her hair sprawled all over him while he was moving his hand on her smooth bum. She was nuzzling her nose in the crook of his neck, peppering his chest with kisses, preparing themselves for the second session.
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As sunshine emerged through the fourth floor widow, Khushi was playing with the foil, feeling blissful after last night. Arnav was hovering over her, his hands and legs covering her while his head resting between her bosoms.
"Arnav, why did you have condoms in your packet?" She asked him sensing he was awake, as his tongue was making sinful movements.
He lifted his head, sliding above to her ears, "Aakash had handed me, when I had come to take you!" Khushi's eyes were wide, not expecting her Jeejaji of all the people.
'How embarrassing!'
"He didn't want us to do another haste, when things are already so complicated." He said nibbling her earlobe, while she was relaxed. She had thought he was involved with Lavanya, feeling a little hurt.
'I am really a Sankadevi to think like this!' She was guilty.
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Arnav had prepared omelettes when she came freshly showered. After another session in the morning she had gone to sleep, while he had admired her until they were hungry...for food.
"I didn't know you know cooking!" She hugged him from behind after putting milk to boil.
"Well that's why I am the most eligible bachelor!" He pulled her making her sit on the kitchen slab.
"Not any more! You are not a bachelor now." She said, while he pecked her on lips.
"Our marriage is not registered yet baby. So technically I am!" He teased her while she smacked him.
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It had been a week, since they had joined the college. After making all basic arrangement in their home, they had resumed jobs. It was a bit hectic to manage both the responsibilities but their love was making it easy.
After taking shower she was making a warm cup of coffee when her phone rang. Arnav was not back, being engaged with new classes and all.
"Hello?"
"Is it Khushi?"
"Yes..."
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She rushed to the emergency ward. Arnav's bike had met with an accident. The phone was from police who had got her number from his mobile.
"How is he, doctor?"
"There is a head injury, a strong blow to the left side. Although he seems out of danger, it will take him 4-6 hours to get consciousness."
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Khushi was weeping silently keeping her head on her mother's shoulder. It had been 12 hours since Arnav got consciousness but he didn't remember anything, not even her.
"It looks like post-traumatic Amnesia." Doctors had told them.
Before she could absorb this situation, there was another trouble ready.
"I am pregnant with Arnav's child." Lavanya had declared before everyone. Khushi had felt the ground shaken under her feet.
"Don't lie Lavanya. This is not possible. Arnav had never touched you!" She had tried to argue.
"No Khushi. We had slept, in the party that day. He had got drunk and...." she had started crying getting sympathy "I had thought we would get married. If you don't believe me then I may prove it with the clinical test." Lavanya continued "Please Uncle Aunty, believe me. At least think about my baby. Don't snatch its father. Please give my Arnav back to me."
Khushi was confused whether it was a lie or she couldn't see truth.
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Khushi was lying in her bedroom with a blank face. Exactly one month ago they had got married in the Mandir. But Devi Mayya might not have accepted it. That's why she was punished.
Lavanya was successful in getting the DNA test report in her favour. Arnav didn't remember anything but he was made to believe that it was his baby.
"Why did we get married without telling our parents? Why did you get ready for engagement with NK if we were married?" Arnav had asked her.
Life had played a cruel joke with her. The lie, she and Arnav had told to everyone, had pushed her to her own grave.
When she had told the truth to everyone, no one had believed her, "First you told us that you were married. Then you are telling us that it was a lie but later you got married. Khushi are you thinking us fools?" Manorama had insulted her before everyone. Her parents also not believing her.
Arnav was total clueless. "See, Miss Khushi, I don't remember anything and I have no choice but to believe my parents." He was believing only valid proofs,"Why was our marriage not registered if we got married? Is there any photograph, the priest or any of our friends who were present there?" He had asked.
His family, her family, Lavanya's family all had tried to separate her from him. There was no way ahead.
"Arnav, everyone is tricking you! Are you not feeling our love. Please try to remember!" She had pleaded last time, before she had lost all hope.
"Khushi beta, I respect your feelings. But it is good for everyone if you guys got separated." His mother had suggested.
Her trust over love ended that day.
Now she was trying to forget him, but how could she forget her soul, her life her heart!!
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Khushi draped the red saree around her, his favourite. It was Lavanya and Arnav's marriage today. "Ma, Papa! I am also coming with you. She is jiji's only sister-in-law. How can I miss it?" She had shocked her parents.
Although she was not feeling well, she wanted to go there. Challenging her love.
'If my love is true, he will not get married to someone else!' She thought.
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The bride was brought down, as the groom was already in mandap. He had not seen her even once.
'Does he not feel any dhak-dhak as I am feeling now.' She was sweating with anticipation.
As the wedding rituals proceeded, her hope was draining making her more sick.
As he brought his hand to fill her maang, she was waiting in nervousness that he would look towards her. But nothing happened.
"Marriage is complete!" The priest announced as her tears broke all the dams. Her head became heavy and she was about to fall when a pair of strong arms gathered her.
"Khushi!!!!"
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She opened her eyes to find those eyes looking at her with concern, worry, guilt, sorrow, love and more and more.
"Tum thik ho? How are you feeling now? Is there any pain? Answer me damn it?" He got irritated getting no answer from him. She looked at other side. There were all alone in that room. 'Where are my parents?' She was puzzled. She realized that she was at a new place...his place...his pictures could be seen on the wall.
"Let me go!"
"You are not moving from your place. Stay where you are. If you need anything tell me!" He commanded her, making her more annoyed.
"Stop ordering me around! I am not anyone to you! Where is Ma, Papa? I don't want to remain in your vicinity even for a second. Go to you newly wed wife!" She had started very confidently all angry but as she spoke the last sentence, words had got stuck in her throat, tears about to fall.
"Are you done? Now drink water." He made her drink water forcefully "You are right, your are not anyone to me, because you are my wife!" She snapped her head towards him, "your Ma, Papa are talking to doctor who just diagnosed you, and I am with my newly wed wife who is having mood swings because she is pregnant."
She was too confused to utter anything. But after some time she was clear.
The sehra-clad groom with whom Lavanya got married was not Arnav but Aman!!
Arnav had doubted Lavanya when she had suddenly declared her pregnancy after his accident. Khushi had also hinted about it.
"If Aman was in mandap, then where were you?" She had asked, skipping the pregnant thing.
"Behind you!" That's why when she had fainted, Arnav was the first to notice. "You knew about your pregnancy?"
She remained silent in response, proving his query true.
"When were you going to tell me?" He was hurt.
"Would you have trusted me?"
His hurt changed into guilt, on his behavior towards her in last few days.
"I will, now on!"
"Do you remember everything?" She asked him.
"No, but my heart says that if I ever loved someone it is you!"
After she lost her senses, there was a lot of melodrama. Lavanya had got shocked finding Aman with her.
"Thanks to Professor Arnav, I got to know about my baby Lavanya!" Aman was furious on her, for hiding such a big truth. Everyone condemned Lavanya and her mother for such actions.
Arnav had not waited, taking Khushi to his home.
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"Papa, that Chintu troubles me everyday!" 5 year old Amaira complained.
"If he again troubles you, then tell him that your Papa will break his nose." His little angel giggled while Khushi glared at Arnav for putting such violent ideas in their daughter's mind.
Chintu was son of Lavanya and Aman, learning in same school as Amaira. After her marriage she was too angry on Khushi. She had dreamed of becoming a Raizada bahu but her intentions were not right.
Aman had mended his ways after marriage and now a clerk in the Gurukul Institute of Arts & Science. But Lavanya being Lavanya was always complaining.
"Why Mumma, that Khushi is living a life of status, respect, luxury and I am stuck in this middle class life."
"Lavanya, life is not just about money. Love is more important." Payal's words were ignored by the mother-daughter.
"Amaira, it is bad thing to quarrel. Your Akira didi never do such thing."
Akira was daughter of Payal and Akash, three months older than Amaira.
"Ok Mumma!" Their daughter replied innocently.
After birth of their daughter both Raizada and Gupta families had accepted Arshi. They were also lamenting on their past behavior, which was compensated by a simple but proper wedding.
As Amaira fell into deep slumber, Khushi tucked her to bed, putting the night lamp on. She had insisted on giving her separate room, just like her friends. So her room was adjacent but separate to her parents. Keeping the door ajar, she came to their room, only to get arrested by her husband.
"Amaira seems to be too lonely. She needs another sister!" Arnav suggested nuzzling her neck.
"No, a brother. I want a baby boy now!" Khushi demanded. Her first pregnancy was as a result of failure of protection. After that they had not planned their second child.
"Okay, your wish is command for me!" He mumbled to her soft mounds, sucking them wildly.
"Hmmm..." she moaned as she lost all the senses.
Amaira was a miracle for them. Bringing happiness in their lives again and this time permanently. Arnav had not gained his past memories back but the new one they made were enough for them.
"Arnav, how come you remember everything about sex, even after your Amnesia." She teased him, as he secured her in his arms.
"Because it is love-making and it is done from heart which didn't forget anything." He answered pressing himself more into her.
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