Saiyyan - ArHi FF - updated Chapter 7 (pg.32) - Page 24

After taking a warm and freshening shower, Khushi, in a red suit with yellow pom poms hanging at the back and her arm sleeves, is now struggling with the little yellow clip to hold some of hair at the back of her head. She wasn't used to let her hair loose usually as it was a part of her life to tie her long, silky hair in a plait. From last 15ish minutes, she has been constantly trying to dress up the way Arnav had asked her to before leaving in the morning.

"Arnav ji.. i am going to get late to work today and all because of you and your random wishes. and not to mention that you will definitely scold me in front of everyone at RM for being so careless and not being punctual. Hey Devi Mayia.. help me please.. I wonder how am I going to excel his other wishes and I am sure.. he won't let me get away with just this. he will surely be planning something more mischievous in his head by now.." she started mumbling.

Payal walked into their room and observed Khushi having hard time arranging her hair. Payal smiled at her childish antics and walked upto her. "What are you doing khushi?" inquired Payal, while grabbing the comb from Khushi's hands to help her dress up as quickly as she could so she won't end up burning her tongue drinking tea on the breakfast table due to the lack of time. "and how come you aren't braiding your hair? you usually do it that way." Khushi didn't know what excuse to make up for her jiji's question as she knew very well that no one besides her jiji could catch her lie even before she opens her mouth. As soon as Payal set her hair up in a nice and appealing manner, Khushi instantly faced her jiji and hugged her. She rushed out of the house, munching on a parontha her amma made for her. She realized that it was quarter past 9 and she was still in the auto, asking the auto driver to drive faster.

"Arnav ji toh kabb ke chale gaye honge office," thought Khushi with a worry on her face. She didn't want him to leave for work before meeting her and looking at her as she had dressed up for him, solely for him today. "Arre.. drive faster na.. i am already late".

"Madam ji.. yeh auto hai.. hawai jahaaj nahi jo main yoon button dabayunga aur yeh hawa mein udne lagega.. aur aapko toh pta hi hai. delhi ka traffic.. hum abb karein bhi toh kya," answered the driver in a rough tone.

"Theek hai theek hai.. dheyaan se chalayiye.. " said khushi moving her hair strands to the back of her ear, which were bothering her by playing with her soft cheeks and jaw line. She started fidgeting with her dupatta while looking at the time on her wrist-watch every 2 seconds. Time seemed to pass at a much slower pace today, at least for her, as she was jumping inside in excitement to witness the expressions of his face when he will catch her glimpse in his favorite color. She prayed to her Devi Mayiya silently as not to let him leave for his office before she reaches RM. She jerked forward when auto became still and realizing she had reached RM, she stepped out of the auto, paying for her fair, she sprinted towards the main door. She noticed that Arnav's CUV was not in its place thus realizing that he had probably left without waiting her.

Yes, she was disappointed. Why wouldn't she be? She had spent more than an hour today to fulfill her Arnav's wish and he had completely ignored the fact that he must see her before leaving for work. He must understand by now that it is impossible for her to breathe until she doesn't see his beautiful face in the morning and would be awake all night if he won't drop her off to her house. She was lost in her thoughts and did not even realize that the watchman had wished her good morning. He looked at her in disbelief "Khushi ji har waqt khoyi hi rehti hain.. chalte firte bhi kuch na kuch sochti hi rehti hai.. ajeeb hain!!," remarked the watchman. Khushi opened the front door with a sullen face and stepped into the house. It was just the beginning of her day at RM and she was already feeling low on the thought of Arnav ignoring her. "okey, if he left earlier, it doesn't mean that he tried to ignore me. Probably he had an urgent meeting or one of his clients called him. After all, he is a business tycoon na.. i should not misunderstand him.." she thought and marched towards the hall where Anjali was sitting with Lavanya discussing something. Khushi tried to smile but her smile was non-Duchenne, a fake one, with no reality in her happiness. Anjali noticed Khushi presence and greeted her with a smile while Lavanya pulled Khushi towards her and made her sit on the couch besides her.

Lavanya - Chamkeeli.. Aaj main boht khush hoon.. pta hai Di mujhe apne saath shopping par lekar ja rahi hain.. woh bhi saaree shopping.. OMG i cant tell you how happy I am chamkeeli ~she informed khushi delightedly~

Anjali - Ji khushi ji.. aur aap bhi chaliye na hamaare saath.. boht mja aayega.. hai na Lavanya?

Lavanya - ofcourse Di.. tum chalogi na chamkeeli ~she asked Khushi hoping a "yes"~

Khushi - ji lavanya ji aur anjali ji.. hum bhi chalenge aur Lavanya ji ki madad bhi karenge.. theek hai? ~she said hoping that outing will make her feel better a bit~

It was just one day. One day that Khushi hadn't seen Arnav in the morning and she was already feeling pain deep down in her heart. She couldn't concentrate on any other task as the desire to look at him, just once, was haunting her thoughts. She felt dejected at the thought of not being able to see him till late evening. How bad she wished that Arnav hadn't broken her phone that day. Atleast she could have called him. "I will make sure to give him enough taunting about my phone when I see him.." she said with a determined facial expression.

Just then Anjali came up to her, frowning.

Khushi - kya baat hai Anjali ji? sabb theek toh hai na?

Anjali - woh kya hai na khushi ji.. Chhote ke office se phone aya tha k koi client boht important file dene aa raha hai RM aur unhe aane mein ek ghanta lag jayega. isliye hum shopping par nahi ja sakte kyunki jai parkash, mami ji aur nani toh mandir gaye hain aur hum ek ghante mein wapis bhi nahi aa sakenge. chhote ka toh kabhi kuch pta nahi chalta k kahaan hote hain aur agar woh file miss ho gayi toh boht problem ho jayegi..

Khushi - Koi baat nahi anjali ji.. aap lavanya ji ko saath leh jayiye.. hum ghar par hi rehte hain.. hum le lenge file.. aap fikar mat kijiye

Anjali - arre... nahi nahi Khushi ji.. aisa kyun keh rahe hain aap.. aise thori na hota hai

Khushi - kya kya nahi hota Anjali ji? ek taraf aap humein apna maante hain aur doosri taraf humein hamara hakk bhi nhi jataane dete? hum kuch nahi sunenge.. aap jayie lavanya ji ke saath.. unka boht dil hai..

Anjali - pakka na? aap ko koi problem toh nahi hai na?

Khushi - arre bilkul nahi.. hum toh aap sabb ke liye pakore, jalebiyan banakar rakhenge.. diwali aane wali hai na.. aap befikar hoke jayie

Anjali smiled at Khushi's comment and went to La's room to take her for the shopping. After they both left, Khushi closed the door and went straight to the cordless phone in the hall. She picked up the phone and held it in her delicate hands for few seconds until she started pressing Arnav's phone number on the light yellow colored buttons. She held the phone closer to her ear and rested herself on the couch. She was excited to atleast hear his voice and tell him to take care of him. While the bell was ringing, she thought about all the things she was going to say to him.

Oh.. she would tell him that she did wear his favorite colored clothing and her hair was not in a plait today. She would definitely ask him to have his lunch on time and she will make sure he comes back earlier today as she hasn't see him for so many hours. She frowned at the thought. and yeah, she will for sure tell him that she was missing him. that brought a smile to her baby-pink lips. She remembered their moments from the morning, how he had kissed her, how she had hugged him under the blanket. She chuckled on the thought of him being in her blanket. Oh uh!! He didn't pick up. She tried one more time, chanting her Devi Mayiya's mantras while dialing his number. This time he did pick up but didn't say anything.

Khushi - cleared her throat on the line.

No response.

Khushi - Hmmm..

No response.

Khushi - Arnav ji.

Arnav - hmmm...

Khushi - what the?? are you mimicking me?

Arnav - hmmm...

Khushi - aap kuch bolenge bhi ya yuhi,,,???

Arnav - hmmm ~he said laziliy~

Khushi - theek hai.. agar aapko baat nahi karni toh mat kijiye.. hum bhi ab aapse koi baat nahi karenge.. jai devi mayiya ki..

and she hung up..

Khushi - what the heck does he think of himself? He was definitely not interested talking to me. Now I won't talk to him, even if he begs me. Oh Miss Khushi Kumari gupta.. wake up.. he is not going to beg you. Arnav Singh Raizada.. and begging? you have totally lost it.

She put the phone back on the set and went to the kitchen to start off preparing the pakoras. She cut the vegetables, onions, made the flour paste and bunch of other stuff. It took her about half an hour and then she heard the doorbell. She washed herself and went towards the door. She opened the door and found a man in his young 30s standing in front of her. He was about 6 feet tall, dressed in a professional manner, hair set in a very appealing manner and his eyes had Armani's eyeglasses on. She looked at him quizzically making different kinds of faces at him. The man smiled at her antics and behavior and opened his mouth - "Hey I am Aman. ASR's employer. Can I come in?" , he asked fervently.

"No," khushi answered and held her hand in front of his face. He was taken back. First of all, who is this girl and how come she is not allowing him to enter the house. It is not like that he is not familiar with the house members and he has visited RM for a couple of times now, he thought.

"No," repeated khushi. "Aap yeh file humein de dijiye aur jayiye yahaan se," she asked for the file. Aman hesitantly handed her the file and looked at her with confused eyes. She turned back and was about to close the door when Aman spoke up -"Maine pehle kabhi aapko yahaan nahi dekha. kaun hai aap? aur aap itni confidential file kaise leh sakti hain?"

Khushi was already fed up because of Arnav's careless behavior and this guy, whoever he was, was adding fuel to her burning soul. She spat out - "Hum Mrs. Raizada hain. aur Arnav ji ke cheejon pe hamaara bhi utna hi hakk hai jitna unka hai" with that she closed the door on his face. Aman was taken back. Mrs. Raizada? Huh??? Was he at the correct place? Was he day-dreaming? He decided to inform ASR about it asap and went towards his car.

Khushi went straight to his room to keep the file safely in his cupboard. She was mumbling random stuff about Arnav on her way. She entered the room and went to his closet. She opened the closet and kept the file safe in one of his drawers and closed the closet with anger. She tried to turn around but realized that she was being pressed against the cupboard by someone with her back towards the person.