Series of FF's on Arnav & Khushi : updated pg 165 - Page 61

Originally posted by: Shina_srkfan

nxt weekend?? :<

Too impatient to even wait for the elevator, Arnav dragged Khushi down all the seven floors via the stairs his hand never leaving her, in a firm unyielding grip. She stumbled along, trying to match his long strides down the stairs, lest she fall and tumble down.

Dumping her into the passenger seat roughly, he slammed his own door shut and reversed out of the complex, the tyres burning the road with a loud screech. Khushi shut her eyes firmly, her fear for fast cars surfacing with every press of his foot on the accelerator.

A stony silence enveloped the car as they sped onto the highway in the dark of the night. It was only after about half an hour that he sensed her fear and looked towards where she sat, eyes tightly shut, hands clasped in her lap and obviously chanting something, that he recalled her sharing her fears with him at Lavanya's party. Cursing inwardly, he slowed the car, instinctively wanting to reach out and comfort her.

It was a traffic jam that he saw up ahead that diverted his attention from her and on to the cars all around him. Glancing swiftly at his watch, and the confusion on the road ahead, he turned sharply and headed for their farmhouse instead not wanting to spend the next two hours on the road.

**

Khushi opened her eyes, when she felt the car come to a halt and heard his door slam shut once again. She sat in the car taking in her surroundings, as she realized that they were in the driveway of the farmhouse. She turned towards the house and saw him striding away from the car to ring the doorbell, walking in when the door was opened.

She pursed her lips in anger, at his rude behaviour, and got out of the car herself, weighing her options as to which was the lesser of the two evils – spending the night here, or going in and hearing his ranting! 'He takes off for one whole month, with no call or anything to me … and now comes back out of the blue, to be all arrogant and …' she fumed, as she banged the door shut and followed him into the house sulkily She's rather face his wrath than stay here alone in the dark, she had decided on second thoughts.

Khushi entered the house, looking about her anxiously. Where was he? Where was she to go now … her earlier room or his room? Questions flittered in and out as she started walking in the general direction of their rooms.

As she neared his room, though the open door, she saw him standing with his back towards her near the glass windows. As if sensing her presence he slowly turned to watch her standing nervously near the door.

'Get inside,' he said coldly, eyeing her quizzically.

**

As she walked into the room slowly, her hands clutching each other, as there was no dupatta to tweak, Arnav looked at her properly for the first time in the evening, wondering what was different about her today. She was like a vision for his sore 'Khushi-deprived' eyes. He hungrily took in her pretty feet encased in flat gold strappy sandals, up the navy churidaars that did not look like her usual churidaar at all, but more like fitted pants he wondered a frown appearing in his brow, up towards the short full sleeve kurta that was also unlike her usual embellished ones. What was this, he questioned, unsure of what was different about her? Where were all the pom poms that used to hang all over the place… this kurta had a perfect a-line cut, and fell sensuously down her slender frame ending somewhere mid thigh. The modern zigzag stripes in earthy hues were accentuated only by a slim gold linked chain belt that hung loosely on her slim hips. Even though her clothes now covered more of her than her short kurtas and sari's used too, Arnav started with incredulity at her sexiness in the outfit. His eyes roamed further up towards her slim neck where he saw with some relief the outline of his mangalsurta hidden under the collar. It was when he reached her pale face, bare of any makeup but for her kajaal and lip-gloss, his eyes widened further in shock.

'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR HAIR!' he bellowed, walking up to where she was standing. Jeez … she was looking like a college student!

Khushi took a tentative step backwards, shuddering at his temper. Had she really forgotten in the last month what it felt like to stand there and be screamed at? Thankfully he had not grabbed her as yet, she thought dryly, remembering the wonderful month she had actually spent just with his thoughts! The Arnav in her romantic dreams was so much better than this rakshash! And here she had been constantly thinking of what he would say when they met finally, how he would react to the more stylish her … okay so trimming the hair had not been her idea and also one that she had only grudgingly agreed to when Shakshi had taken her along to the parlor. But it had only been trimmed about a couple of inches and styled around her face in uneven steps, so why was he getting all het up about it. Even she had thought at first that it had been cut too short, and was surprised when she was shown that just by a little styling, how different she was actually looking.

'Humne kuch nahin …' Khushi began tentatively, her first reaction as usual to stammer in his presence.

'WHY HAVE YOU CUT YOUR HAIR?' he came up and grabbed her upper arms in the all to familiar painful grip. 'AND WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO SINCE I LEFT?

Up to? Thought Khushi incredulously. Here she had missed him so much and tried to change herself, to be able to be his ideal wife and companion, and he…

'MAINE TUMSE KUCH POOCHA …' he shook her with each word he ground out.

Khushi shut her eyes to stem the tears that she felt welling up in her eyes. No! She would not cry. Who did he think he was, walking off and returning as he pleased?

'Haat hataaiye,' she opened her eyes slowly and stared at him militantly, trying to free herself from his grip.

Hearing her calm and collected voice, Arnav, taken aback, looked at her sharply before releasing her with soft push. He checked covertly, incase he had bruised her arms again. What was going on here, he wondered again frowning, moving away from her slightly, to look her up and down again.

It was the ring of a mobile phone that broke the silence as they stood staring at each other like adversaries in an arena.

Khushi reached out into the pocket of her slim pants and pulling out the phone, whispered a soft hello. 'Haan, hum theek hain,' she assured Shakshi, 'kal baat karenge aapse.'

Disconnecting the phone she looked up to see a disbelieving Arnav staring at her with his mouth slightly open, eyebrows raised. Now what! She wondered further irritated, throwing the phone on the bed nearby instead of returning it to her pocket.

'You also seem to have collected some interesting friends, while I was gone,' he sneered instead. 'Couldn't wait to get …'

'JUST SHUT UP', Khushi had had enough. So livid was she by now, that she failed to notice Arnav step back startled, at her tone and her use of English.

'Now, YOU listen Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada,' she pointed towards him, walking nearer as she spoke, switching to Hindi as comfortably, 'I have not done anything you are accusing me of. It was naniji who suggested that I groom myself a bit. All this to be fit enough to be called Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada's wife! (Rolling up her eyes) … I'm sure you have not shared with anyone the reason why you married me, as it's not something either of us wanted in the first place … first you force me into this marriage … then you force yourself...' she fumbled for words a slight blush stealing over her, 'er … and then you leave like a Lord Governor, as and when you wish, with no call or information when you are returning or anything, and you expect me to sit and wait like a dutiful wife, that you will return and …' she paused to get her breath back as she came to a halt near where he was standing absolutely still.

'And furthermore,' she continued before he could react, 'my 'friends' as you call them, have made me very happy this whole month that YOU have been missing,' she poked his chest, 'they have treated me as a friend and accepted me for what I am… not wanting me to change to be fit to be called Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada…'

'Like taking you to watch strippers, I suppose,' he cut in coldly, 'I'm sure that must have given you a lot of happiness … watching naked men dance for you.' He mocked angrily.

Unbuttoning his shirt he continued, 'and since you are happy with naked men dancing around you,' shirt buttons now open and off his broad shoulders while he continued to sneer at her, 'why don't we give you what …'

'STOP THIS,' Khushi screamed at him, not wanting to get swept away by the visions he was conjuring up in front of her. This time she needed to have her say, and not get swept away by her wayward emotions.

Arnav again, stopped startled, shirt halfway down his arms that he slowly pulled up leaving the buttons open.

Khushi shut her eyes and said a silent prayer, asking not to get affected by his muscular abs, that she admitted grudgingly, she had missed terribly. She longed to reach out and touch him …

'It was just a party for one of the girls who is getting married next week. In case you had not noticed, there were only girls there, it was a bachel… bachelo…,' she stammered looking for the word that Shakshi had told her when she came to ask nani if Khushi could go with them.

'And for your information, I did not know that there would be … er …er … those men … humne soocha ki sangeet ke jaisa…' her voice trailed off recalling her own horror when the two young men had started stripping.

'But what about YOU,' she came back to stare at him angrily, 'you just storm in and ALWAYS think the worst of me … you behaved like a … like a …,' her mind searched for the English word for rakshask, 'a … a… a… MONSTER'! She finished triumphantly.

Khushi stopped suddenly, her eyes widening with fear, as she saw the cold steely glint of fury in his eyes. She gulped as she watched him look down at her still pointing finger, inches away from his exposed chest, then up at her face again.

She hastily withdrew her hand, and retreated from his looming angry presence, knowing that she had gone too far this time. No one spoke to Arnav Singh Raizada like that; No one opposed him; Sassed with him; or cut him down mid sentence. And inspite of knowing all of that, she had gone and vented all her frustration and hurt at him without a single thought.

Finding herself at the doors leading outside, she stumbled out backwards her panic stricken eyes unable to break contact with his furious ones. The cool night air hit Khushi as soon as she steeped out and she wrapped her arms around herself, wanting to escape his penetrating gaze. This was not how she had imagined meeting him on his return, she thought hysterically.

Khushi felt herself in his grip again as he held her shoulders and gave her a sharp shaking … 'kya kaha tumne? toh mai tumse door jaaunga toh tum kissike saath bhi dosti karogi? kahi bhi jaaogi?'… He hissed pushing her backwards.

Khushi mustered all the courage she had and dislodged herself from his grip, jumping backwards, away from him, her only thought to escape right now.

It was when she felt the ground beneath her feet disappear; that Khushi realized something was terribly wrong. Before she could react to the shocked expression reflected on his face she felt the cold water of the pool behind her envelope her into its dark depths.

Arnav watched in horror Khushi fall back into the deep end of the pool, her wide eyes staring at him as he watched her go down into the water completely.

Originally posted by: --Nargis--

Loved it Chicks...I don't want this FF to end...PLZ!!!!