When The Devil Feels Like An Angel -|FF|- CHAP 2 - Page 4

After he'd left for the bathroom next door, as the one in his room wasn't working, he returned back into his spacious room, to find Ms. Khushi Kumari Gupta, changed into her salwar kameez, laying on the bed, lost in a deep sleep. 'Khushi…' he thought to himself. There she lay, her head resting partly on the fat pillow she'd asked for, and her hand that was still 'adorned' with her red bangles. It wasn't the fact that she'd have the audacity to move her things round into his cupboard that he opened to place his crumpled sherwani, but the fact that she lay there, sleeping like a toddler right in the middle of this bed! 'Ohh…iss pagal ko kuch…' his thought cut off by the anger raging in him. He stomped towards the bed, and flung his pillow and duvet onto it. He knelt towards her, trying to wake her up by patting her on the arms rather vigorously, actually, shaking. "Khushi, Khushi yeh tum kaha sou ho? Main kaha sounga? Utho!" he ordered her. How her acts of ignorance annoyed him, and after getting no response other than, "Jiji humko sone dho naa, warna agar hum late houngey tho phir voh raakshyas humme char bathe suna degha…" in a lethargic tone, he after a good five minutes of screaming and shaking made up his mind. "Teekh hai. Tum nahi uth rahey naa. Tho phir tum yeh bhi naa sochna ke main APNEY bisthar ke jagga sounga!" He tried lifting her and placing her onto the opposite side, but as he placed his arms around her back, after sliding his arms around her waist in search for where to lift her, she grabbed him by the neckline of his shirt, making it for some reason all the more difficult for him to place her on the other side. He decided to give it one more go, and this time he felt…different to say the least. Noticing how she just slept there, angelically, her once pinned up locks covering her mesmerizing face, he attempted to lift her up again. His arms were still placed around her back, and as he tightened his grip, she said, "Jiji, kya karahey ho, humne kahtha naa ke humne aaj dosre tarf sona hai?" he didn't know what to say to that, and he let go of the grip around her waist, wondering what to do. He crossed her arms across his neck, and slid his arm around her legs, whilst the other arm was being used to rest Khushi's back. He gently lifted her up, placing her on the further side of the bed. After he slowly let go of her angelic like soul, still gazing at her beauty, his arm acted like a pillow for her head, whilst he reached for her requested pillow, and he finally let go of her, placing her gently onto the pillow. He took the blanket and pulled it over her legs till her chest, and laid onto the bed, facing away from Khushi, trying to forget about this strange feeling he'd just felt.

He shared a strange relationship with Khushi, who was now his lawfully wedded wife. Nor could this emotion be called hatred, and nor could it be called love. He for some reason somehow got lost whenever he looked at her. The hypnotising eyes, the magnificently curved nose, and those lips. She was mesmerising. She was…just that bit different. Aah…she was amazing. He pulled his duvet over him, and soon had shut his eyes lost in a not so deep sleep.

It was striking six, and it was getting cooler in the Raizada mansion. Khushi started to pull the duvet next to her, turning to the other side, facing the mirror. Following the direction the duvet was being pulled, he also turned to the right, fully stripped from the warmth of the duvet. He started to pull the duvet back onto him, but only to be stripped from it again. He opened his eyes in anger and annoyance, finding Khushi lying next to him, covered with not only her blanket, but his duvet too. This time he pulled the duvet off of her vigorously, causing her to wake up and that too in shock. For a moment his eyes got lost in her dark brown, hypnotizing eyes, and just for that moment, time stood still.

She lowered her eyes, trying to signal to him to stop looking at her, whilst she sat up, and after a few moments that past, he scolded, "Tum mujhse meri chadhar uthar rahi thi. Agar tumme itni tandh lagrahi thi, tho phir tum koi motha kambal lelethi." "Yeh raakshyas yahpe kaisey aaghaya? Main tho is vajah se yahpe soythi thaki yeh yahpe na aajaye…aur yeh…" her mumbling was overheard by Arnav, who was still glaring at her. "Dekho Khushi tum…" his sentence was cut off by Khushi saying, "Hain hain, sab kuch hum hi dekhein naa! Aap ko koi tameez nahi hai kya? Main aghar bisthar pe sohrahey thi, tho phir aapko yaha ane ki zaroorat kya thi?" She was lost in her own little world whilst she was scolding her husband. She kept on blabbering whilst Arnav kept on staring at her, waiting rather impatiently for his wife to shut up. "Aur yeh razai hum lenghay kyunke humne aapse pehla poocha tha aur voh bhi tameez se likhn aap tho kahin ke lad governer hai naa? Aap ne kyun hummari baat sunne hai? Aur tho aur…" she continued her scolding as she snatched the duvet from Arnav, who had left his rather sweet and adorable avatar, and had returned to his raakshyas self. 'That's it. How dare she? How dare she come into my house, enter into my bedroom, use my wardrobe, sleep on my bed, and then still she has the audacity to scold me? That was it.' Arnav thought. He snatched the duvet back to himself, later noticing the surprised expression on Miss. Khushi Kumari Gupta's face; as he called her. "Khushi tum yeh mat bhoolo ke eh mera ghar hai, mera kamra, aur tho aur mera bisthar jispe tum sorahey ho. Okay? Aur jahese tumne yeh chadhar lee hai naa, vahape agar tumne aankhon se dekha hoa hotha naa, tho phir tumme yeh razi bhi mil jahthey. Okay?" "Oh ho ho ho…Mr.Arnav Singh Raizada, zara aap kudh jaa ke kyun nahi dekh lethey agar appko itna yaakein hai is baath par?" she said, ready for a fight, now kneeling on her knees situated on the bed. He, now also following her, knelt onto his knees, opposite Khushi. She gave him a "hmmph" and as she attempted to get up, her feet got tied up into the duvet and her blanket, and fell onto Arnav. There they lay, both of their bodies fitting perfectly against each other. This time, it wasn't him, but her who was now staring deep into his eyes. She didn't know what to do and hurriedly got up, and like previously, Arnav followed her. But then…she again got tied up in that devilish blanket and duvet, and fell onto him again. Her body fell onto him again, and he was pushed back onto the bed, with Khushi resting rather awkwardly on him. As she lifted up her head, backing away from his neck, where her head was buried. As she knelt back, and looked up into is eyes, she saw him, just staring at her, his face just inches away from hers.

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