FF:Khushi's wish fulfilled;Ch7pg29(25/4) - Page 4

Thanks for all the comments everyone! I'll update the PM list as soon as I can :)

Oo do update soon n add me to ur pm list. Luved this! Wonder if Khushi actually loves our Arnav ?

please add me to ur pm list...its an awesome story

Thanks for the comments, everyone! I finally updated the PM list! Have I left anyone?!

hi nina.. read both parts.. it's a cute and sweet OS.

u knw wat...m hating u more than arnav(jst joking)...because u stopped here!!!!

A/n: And the third chapter is here!!!! *drum rolls please* Really quick, right? I'm so happy with how this chapter has turned out(you're going to hit me for saying this later). Without further ado...

Part 3

By the time he reached home, Arnav had a splitting headache, which was no wonder since he had spent far too much time thinking about his messed up home. As he was about to get out of the car, he received a call on his Bluetooth. Seeing that it was Akash's number, Arnav wondered if something had gone wrong.

"Yes, Akash?" Arnav was busily discussing the fine points of the deal Akash had just made for them as he walked up the steps to his room. He didn't notice the floor and only paid attention to it after his foot had gotten stuck.

"What the...? no, no, not to you Akash. Wait a minute," No matter how much he tried, Arnav couldn't take his shoe from the floor. Quickly ending his call with Akash, Arnav gingerly removed his foot from his shoe, kneeling down to see the cause for his shoes sudden love for the floor.

Adhesive? Arnav thought, surprised. What reason would someone have for pouring adhesive on the floor? He wondered. Knowing that it would take a lot of effort to price his boot away from the floor and that he was in no mood to even attempt it, Arnav left his shoe on the corridor, managing to get to the adjoining room so that he could remove his other boot too.

But that was not to be, since the room was in utter chaos, things thrown here and things strewn there. It annoyed him like nothing else. He needed things to be in their place and when that didn't happen, he went mad. Which is what happened when he yelled for Khushi.

"What happened? Where's the fire?" Khushi asked in a panicked voice as she entered the room as fast as she could, stopping herself from sliding through the floor by catching onto the doorframe. She was panting slightly from having run across half the hallway but the sight before her made her chuckle.

Arnav made quite a picture, standing in the middle of the utterly unorganized room, looking spectacularly out of place, holding his laptop in one hand and his boot in another, a baffled expression on his face. Khushi missed the dangerous glint in his eyes and the throbbing vein at his temple as she doubled over in silent laughter.

"Is this funny to you, Khushi? You find the fact that your inefficiency has spoiled this room to be funny? It totally isn't! What are you doing all day? Look at the state of this room! Do you even know the meaning of cleaning up? Do you think the room's cleanliness can be dispensed with just because it isn't used often?" taking furious steps towards her, he halted only when Khushi was leaning on the doorframe, looking at him with those wide doe eyes.

But today, they failed to have any effect on him, caught as he was in the throes of anger, "Just because you have become the Raizada daughter-in-law doesn't mean you can forget your past, Khushi."

He stood back and observing the hurt on her face with a mix of grim temper and a liver of guilt, left the place, headed for his room. The boot he threw made a loud noise on the wall; the same noise seemed to echo ten fold louder in her heart, as if he had thrown it right at her.

Hastily wiping the tears that flowed down her cheeks, Khushi went into the adjoining washroom and after quickly washing her face, Khushi sat on the unmade bed in the room pep talking to herself so that she would be able to spend the evening without bursting into tears.

When she was reasonably sure, after ten minutes, that she was okay, Khushi stepped out of the room and headed to Arnav's; it was time for dinner and he had a habit of forgetting mealtimes unless she reminded him. Even as she neared the room, Khushi knew something was wrong; the very vibe she was receiving was making her heart thud in fear and trepidation.

She knocked lightly on the door and when she received no answer, entered it uncertainly. Arnav was at his usual place by the pool, his face glued to the laptop screen as he typed something furiously. She looked around at the room; all her days work seemed to have disappeared within minutes. Wondering what had happened, Khushi approached Arnav cautiously, clearing her throat to get his attention.

Arnav stiffened as he felt her presence; it always gave him the weird urge to appear closed off and rude. Though he did not know the reason, Arnav didn't hesitate to go along with his instincts. "If you are here to argue for their sake, forget it, Khushi."

Khushi halted, confused, "Whose sake?"

"The kids of course; if you are here to argue that their making a circus of my room was justified, save it." Arnav returned back to his work, not bothering to look back and see what Khushi's reaction was.

It took her a few minutes for Khushi to comprehend what he had said and a few more for her to think up the implications. "What did you do to them?" she asked in a whisper that was part shocked, part angry. Something seemed to be brewing in her at the mention of her children and Khushi awaited his answer with bated breath.

"I told them, in my own terms, that they had displeased me," Arnav replied casually but Khushi wasn't there to hear anything more. She had already hurried out of the room and was halfway to the kids' room. She knew what Arnav's words meant exactly. He would have scolded the kids; a line she had thought he would never cross.

Khushi panicked when she saw that the room was empty before slapping herself on the forehead for her stupidity. Of course they would have gone to Di's room seeking consolation.

She wouldn't let them get hurt, Khushi thought ferociously. Whatever it was, she'd take the pain, not her kids. For all her hurry, Khushi halted at the entrance to Anjali's room, a screen hiding her from the occupants.

"And do you know what your Mama told the children about your Papa? That he was Laad Governor; a Rakshas who ate children..." Anjali's reassuring voice made her calm down a little; or maybe it was the memory that she had been reminded of. He had shown that he respected her and her words for the first time that day; and he had cared that she hadn't eaten the whole day... where was that Arnavji that he had been before? Khushi wondered as she removed the screen an inch to look inside.

The scene she saw there struck something in her, causing her so much pain that she didn't know what she was doing. All she saw was the red marring her vision; a temper she hadn't known she possessed. The tear tracks on Diya's cheeks alone would have done her in but all three of them, listening raptly to Anjali's story, their tears dried up was too much for her. Was this what was stored for the three in the future? More tears because their father was too much of a brat to be kind to them?

Khushi's steps were sure and firm as she walked back to Arnav's room. She walked in without knocking; it wasn't as if he cared about being mild mannered with them, anyway. He was seated at the same place and when he heard her approach, he said without lifting his face from the screen, "Khushi I don't have the appetite for dinner tonight. I'm having a slight headache so don't bother me."

When, after a few minutes, there was no reply from her, Arnav turned to look at her. "I told you Khushi, I..."

"Shut up!" her strangled yell made him halt, and her face flushed with rage made him anxious. He was about to say something but she overtook him, something that she had never done.

"How selfish of you, Arnav? How damn selfish of you to worry about your dinner when the kids are crying their eyes out because you hurt them..."

"I told you Khushi, I..." Khushi halted him with a raised hand.

"They were trying to say sorry to you for yesterday's mishaps. They had spent the entire afternoon preparing the banner for you; they even baked a sugarfree cake, did you know that? They were so sad that they had caused you discomfort that they took so many measures to make amends. And what did you do, Arnav? You threw it all backing their faces and on top of that, you went ahead and told them that their efforts didn't matter at all, didn't you?"

"Khushi, listen, I..." Arnav, who was just then beginning to realize his actions began, but Khushi cut in again, "I'm not done, Arnav. I need to say this; I've had enough. I've taken enough of your ribbing and bullying. I'm fed up with your taunts and yells and temper and everything! I may not have married you for love; I never asked it of you. All I asked was for you to not be cold hearted and downright cruel. A little affection, Arnav, couldn't you give us that much? Doesn't your family mean even a little to you?" Khushi was freely crying by now and she closed her eyes, preparing herself for what she was about to say.

"I could have borne anything, but not the children getting hurt anymore. I thought there was some humanity left in you because you never hurt them but now... I'm not sure I married a human being at all. I'm sorry Arnav, I give up. You win; I'll never interfere in your life anymore; neither will the kids," Seeing his confused expression, she clarified, "Don't worry, none of us will leave the house. Not because we need your money, but because we do care about the name of the house. We don't want to create another scandal for you to hush up; neither do I want to hurt Di."

Arnav remained silent; shell-shocked. He had never known Khushi to speak this way. Sure, he knew she spoke rather a lot about inconsequential things but never this way; it almost... hurt. He wondered if she had run out of steam finally when Khushi gathered what was remaining of her strength to say, "You should be happy Arnav; you've got what you wanted. A family to make everyone else happy; no commitments, to attachments, no expectations, no trouble. Fantastic, isn't it?"

Leaving before she could completely break down, Khushi hurried to Anjali's room. Anjali placed a finger on her lips to tell her to remain silent. Khushi saw that the kids were asleep; Anjali's eyes were asking her thousands of questions but Khushi ignored them for the moment, knowing that even an attempt to answer them would cause a pain so deep that she'd fall apart.

"I'll sleep in the kids' room, Di. I'll take Diya alone; she needs either me or Arnav," her voice choked at his name but she continued stubbornly, "to sleep or she'd wake up in the middle of the night, crying."

Lifting a sleeping Diya in her arms, Khushi kissed her lightly on the forehead and left the room before Anali could notice the tears that had made another appearance.

Suffice to say, none at Shantivan had dinner that day.

A/n: That's it and before you hit me on the head, I swear this is the end of the depressing chapters. I actually thought of starting the story from the next chapter but it didn't feel right to leave out such an important event to FBs. Sorry if I spoiled your weekend but hang in because things are definitely going to cheer up in the coming chapters!

Precap:

"Khushi, wake up," Khushi smiled unconsciously as her alarm sounded. It was Arnav's soft voice, calling her. It appeared that no matter hoe deep in sleep he was, just his voice was enough to wake her.

Waking up and shutting the alarm off, Khushi turned and smiled at the sleeping Arnav; before the smile drained out of her face as last night's events crashed on her mind...

Will Pm everyone in the morning!

lovely...i see where this is going...but i want to read it in your words..fast.:)

Love It...Please update it soon

wow hun. mind blowing. Arnav so deserved tht. one question, Khushi is usually in Arnav's room rite? like sleeping in his room?