Simply irresistible
Khushi looked both ways before she crossed the street to where the caf was. She smiled as she saw him through the glass windows.
"Shyam!" Khushi said happily as she approached their usual table. She leant in for a hug and turned to kiss him lightly but he had moved slightly so that she grazed his cheek.
Khushi looked at him but decided to let it go. Lately with the wedding approaching, he always seemed to be off.
"Khushi'"
"Yes?" "Is everything okay?" Khushi asked cautiously as she sat down. Silence was her answer. She looked up at him questioningly.
"I can't do this."
Khushi looked at him. "Oh, I can take lunch to go. I'm sorry, I wished you would've told me you do lunch to-"
"No not lunch." Shyam said loudly.
"Oh." Khushi said not sure what to say. So she waited for him to explain. It seemed like hours before he said those five treacherous words but it was only a minute.
"Khushi, I can't marry you." Shyam said softly barely even a whisper.
Silence ensured.
"It's just that you're the second person I've ever dated and I'm your first."
Khushi looked up at him in shock. "So what do you want to sow your wild oats or something?"
"No, I mean, Khushi, it's just there's no more fire in our relationship. You're just'"
"I'm what?"
Khushi didn't say anything.
"What am I?" Khushi said starting to sound hysterical.
"You're just boring. All you ever want to do is read when you get home. You nag on me for everything. And you, you, you dress worse than my mum. You never dress up anymore like that time at the Party-"
Khushi felt like as she couldn't breathe. The oxygen had been swept out of her. Before she knew it, she had stood up out of her seat.
"Stop before you make yourself sound shallower than you already are. I'm so sorry I'm not the arm candy you've always wanted me to be. You know what I'll make it easy on you." Khushi began to pull off her ring. "It's over. We're done. I'm won't tell anyone-"
Shyam gave a sigh of relief.
" But you better tell your family soon."
Shyam grimaced.
"I'm so sorry Khushi."
"Me too Shyam." Khushi said trying to stop the tears waiting to flow. "I have to applaud you though. Good job picking lunch time to tell me. Now I can't kick you to the next century." Khushi whispered. "Oh and Shyam you don't honestly believe that you're my first boyfriend do you? Does Samraat Shergill ring a bell at all?" Then Khushi left the caf leaving her ex-fianc in shock.
When Khushi found a cab?Taxi, she went straight home. The minute she got, home she collected all of Shyam's's stuff and put them in a box outside the door of their apartment. Then she changed the lock on the door.
When all was said and done, she felt like as if she lost all her strength. The tears came flooding.
Khushi slept in the guestroom that evening, crying herself to sleep.
The morning sun peered through the window's waking Khushi up.
Khushi pulled the cover over her head but no avail. She could still feel them. After a few more minutes, she finally gave up. She threw the covers off at last and stumbled to the bathroom. Instead of going straight into the bathroom she ran into the wall forgetting that she was not indeed in their room but the guest room.
"Ouch." Khushi said rubbing her forehead.
She finally made it to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. She wished she hadn't. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying. Her hair was' well she bet her and Bigfoot could compete for the most frightening hair style. It would be a tossup on who would win.
"Shyam you bas***d." Khushi whispered as she felt the refreshing water of the shower surround her. She was out of tears finally. Now she felt regret. Their wedding was supposed to happen in two weeks. She would've been Mrs. Shayam malik (I really don't know his last name) in two weeks. The day she had been dreaming of since she was 14. Now 22, she felt bitterly angry. How could he do that to her? Yes maybe she was a tad boring because she preferred to read than anything else. And so what if she didn't dress up and get dolled up all the time. What was the point? She already had the man of her dreams. Or so she thought. Maybe she should've dressed up more like Payal kept on insisting, then maybe Shyam wouldn't have' Apparently she wasn't quite out of tears though because they began to fall again. But she wasn't sure what she crying about anymore though. Were the tears were Shyam, or for the times she wasted trying to be the girl Shyam always wanted? The tears stopped as she tried to find the answer to her question.
She was still contemplating this as she got out the shower, put on a robe, and made her daily coffee.
"Midnight, get off the Daily Prophet." Khushi said when she noticed that her cat was now sitting on top of the newspaper. But she soon wished she hadn't shoed him off.
Last night Shyam Malik seen kissing IT girl Lavanya Kashyap! Now here's the question where's Khushi Kumari Gupta and Arnav Singh Raizada?
Khushi froze as she stared at the picture of her ex-fianc of less than 24 hours, kissing a pretty, no gorgeous raven haired beauty. Her grip on her coffee slacked and soon slipped out her hands and crashed to the floor. But she paid it no mind. She stared at the women in the picture. She had straight gorgeous black hair that every woman in the world wished they had. Straight white teeth, plump pink lips, and shining black eyes. She was the epitome of a perfect woman.
Arnav Singh Raizada stared at the newspaper in disbelief. He read the article again just to be sure that he wasn't hallucinating. His girlfriend had just shacked up with the mold. Last night. Bloody hell the woman just cheated on him with Shyam Bloody Malik! An engaged Shyam Malik at that. Well he probably wasn't anymore. Arnav remarked ruefully. He could already see the punches Gupta had prepared for him. Now that he would pay to see.
But still of all the guys in the world she picked Malik to cheat on him. So what if he wasn't paying as much attention to her as normal. He was this close to signing off a business deal that could rack him in millions of Pounds that would last past his great great grandchild. The bloody women was just too darn needy though. Almost as bad as Patil but at least she didn't give him nicknames and was bloody good to look at with or without clothes.
He slammed the paper down, no longer wanting to see the picture of Malik trying to suck the face off of Lavanya. How dare she humiliate him like that. He knew that it was to get back at him because the picture was taken at Club Nero, a paparazzi invested place. Nothing that happened there was ever kept secret hell you went there so that the whole world would know.
He was still glaring at the paper when Barun ran in.
"Oh, you've seen it then." Barun said as he noticed the paper sitting on Arnav's desk.
"Of course I've seen it, the whole bloody world has seen it!"
"Well at least you look better than Khushi does." Barun remarked.
Arnav looked up sharply. "Khushi, you mean Gupta."
"Of course you dolt. Do you know any other Khushi's?"
"Since when did you start calling Gupta by' Khushi." Arnav said awkwardly at the end never saying that word before. It was different. For some reason he seemed to like it.
"Ever since I've started to work with her in the Ministry, which was, let me see, two years ago." Barun said dryly.
"Oh yeah, that was when you turned down my offer to have you work for me." Barun scowled.
"You lived." Barun said taking a seat across from him.
"Wait so let's back track, did you say that Gupta looked worse than me?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"Why are you so interested?"
"I'm not."
"Yes you are Arnav. You have your scheming look on right now."
"I do not."
"Yes you do."
"Not." Arnav argued.
"So do." Barun countered.
"Fine, I do. Now just tell me."
Barun looked at him warily but told him nonetheless. After all they were still best mates.
Khushi couldn't stand the sympathetic looks she kept receiving from all her co- workers. You would think that her mother had just died or something with the way they kept saying sorry for your loss. She almost wished she hadn't come to work today. But then again if she hadn't, she'd hate to think what they would gossip about. Probably that she was in Sanjeevani recovering because she tried to kill herself after she heard the "News" as everyone kept referring it as. It was like Twilight and good vampires craze.
Khushi washed her face using the sink in the woman's lavatory. It certainly didn't help that her eyes were a bloodshot red from crying herself to sleep. Her face also seemed worn and drawn out. No wonder Shyan broke up their engagement. Here she was looking like the living dead while Lavanya Kashyap was a gorgeous model. It was no wonder that he left her when he could have someone like Lavanya. Lavanya had even dated Arnav Singh Raizada, known for his playboy ways, for three months, which was a record. Not that she kept track she just accidentally read it once when she was babysitting Teddy at Payal and Akash's house.
Khushi walked back and told her assistant to go ahead and go to lunch.
"Oh Khushi, you didn't tell me that' no wonder Shyam and Lavanya Kashyap... You're so lucky, he's such a catch." Then her assistant winked at her before going.
Khushi just stared at her funny. She shook her head before opening the door to her office.
"Merlin, you do look like a bag lady. No wonder Malik dumped you for Lavanya."
Khushi jumped up in shock and almost screamed until she recognized the voice. Even though it had been years since she last talked to him, she could still remember his voice. The aristocratic sound that many vied to achieve yet it came naturally to him.
"Raizada, what are you doing in my office? And really, that's the first thing you have to say to me."
"What would you rather me say sorry that you lost your fianc-"
"Oh shut up." Khushi scowled. "I guess it was the lesser of the two evils. Now what are you doing here?"
Arnav gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover."
"I'm sorry what?"
"You heard me Gupta, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you and make Malik die of regret. You will be simply irresistible."
Part 2: Page 4
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