ArHi FF:Then you look at me... Pt.19on Pg.140 - Page 63

Originally posted by: Smileyface

yayy!

harshhh im backkk =D

finally i caught up to it!!!

awww im so glad her dad was joking...for a second i was like oh hell no!!! arnie better be to the rescue haha but then he was like just kidddinggg!!!

omg somebody shut this stupid buaji up! she gets on my nerves! goodness!!! arnav needs to give her a piece of his mind!!

but omg yayy im so excited for their weddingg!!!!!! and some ArHilicious momentsss!!!

so continue asap!!

xox

hershi

Originally posted by: love_kuki

Yay!! Harshiii... ur here!! Good morning sweetie!!
Now that I have wished u good morning & been all nice.. I WANT my update for today!! 😊 😛

Originally posted by: harsh42

Hehehe. .. 😆
Good morning to you too, Kruthi. . .
Or I must say a good evening I guess!! 😆

Just gimme a few more minutes, And I'll do it 😃

It had been a tough day for Arnav, what with all his clients changing their meetings at their whim. Cherry on top was his employees, who seemed at their inefficient best, that day!!

Khushi frowned as she entered Arnav's chamber, and sat in front of him.

As soon as he saw her, all his complaints went forgotten, and he smiled as he asked, "What happened?"

Khushi just said, "I'll kill her!"

"Kill who?" Arnav asked, "Khushi, did someone tell you anyhing?? Who??"

Khushi stared at Arnav, before she sighed, and smiled at him, "Nobody Arnav."

Arnav frowned as he said, "You're lying to me. . ."

"Its for their good arnav. Or else, I just said that I'd kill her, and you may actually do it!!" Khushi laughed as she went to stand in front of him, and Arnav pulled her onto his lap, making Khushi object, "Arnav!! People can see. . . And you have a glass chamber!! Leave me!!"

Khushi came out of his arms, and stood up. Arnav stood up too, his eyebrows down with an angry frown.

Arnav really didn't need this now. He frowned as she got up and put some distance between them. And he didn't like it. Not one bit.

Khushi sighed as she saw his frown, and hugged him, telling, "Don't get angry on me now!!"

Arnav smiled as he hugged her close, burying his face in her neck and inhaling her sweet smell, once again, forgetting his anger on everybody and everything.

"How was your day??" Khushi asked him, trying to distract him from her.

Arnav sighed, and his hot breath tingled her neck, making her shiver delicately. Arnav controlled his chuckle, and whispered near her ear, "Nothing special. . . . Until now. . . . ."

Khushi shivered once again, as she heard his husky whisper near her ear. He cupped her face, and asked, "How was your's?"

Khushi scrunched up her nose, and shrugged once. There was a knock at the door, Khushi removed her arms from around him, and saw that it was Lavanya at the door. But Arnav just held her to his side, with an arm at her waist, as he beckoned Lavanya in.

"ASR, You have a meeting now!! The clients are about to come!!" She reminded him.

"Cancel it." Arnav said, and Khushi looked at him with curiosity. Lavanya just stared at how Arnav just held Khushi.

"Lavanya. If you're done, you may leave."Arnav ordered, and turned towards Khushi with a smile and asked, "Want to go out??"

Khushi just smiled, noticing the difference between his behavior towards the others and towards her. He was like two completely different persons!

"What??" Arnav asked, and she replied with a shake of her head. She stood on her toes, as she gave a tender peck on his lips.

Arnav raised his eyebrows, and closed his eyes. After a second, he asked, "And. . . What was that for?"

Khushi shrugged once again, smiling, as if telling "no-particular-reason".

"And what is this silent treatment for??" Arnav asked in an amused voice.

"You seem to be doing fairly well, even without me talking. . ." Khushi replied.

"Hmm. . . You didn't answer me. Want to go out somewhere??" he asked, and Khushi again shrugged.

Khushi seemed to be thinking of something, as she stared at his face. Her fingers trailed on his face, as it touched his cheeks, and rested just below his eyes. "You are tired." she said, and Arnav sighed, as he explained what had happened.

Khushi cringed as his voice turned ice-cold as he explained his day. And when he was done, she again kissed him once, her eyes wide with concern. "Are you sure you want to go out somewhere? Don't you think you should go and relax. . . ." she said uncertainly.

Arnav really wanted to go and relax. But he also didn't want to let her go. He stroked her cheek for a second, before saying, "Come, I know a perfect place."

And he took her upstairs, where he had an apartment, so that he could spend the night there, when he had to work late into the night. Khushi stood in the middle of the living room, and turned around slowly, taking in the richly decorated house. She entered the door ahead her, and realized it was the bedroom, which in turn led to a closed, but brightly lit room, which she figured to be Arnav's studio.

*something like this*

Arnav leaned on the door jamb, staring at Khushi, as she explored his apartment. "So. . . . What do you think??" he asked, as she finally came back and stood in front of him, a happy smile on her face.

"The color is too bland. . . But other than that, its great!!" Khushi declared, making Arnav's eyes crinkle, as he smiled.

"I'll be back. . ." he said, as he went to freshen up.

Khushi soon realized, this place was regularly used. But the kitchen was poorly stocked. 'Typical Arnav! Not caring about his health!!', Khushi thought as she prepared some tea. She would have liked to have some pakoras with it, but there were no ingredients required to prepare them.

Arnav came out of the washroom, to be welcomed by the sweet smell of tea. He found Khushi, pouring tea to a cup, through a sieve.

Khushi turned to see Arnav standing near the kitchen door. He had removed his coat, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. The living room was a little cold, and they decided to go to the bedroom.

After finishing tea, Arnav lied down, and Khushi laid her head on his outstretched arm, with which he held her. One minute, they were talking, playing with each other's hands, and the next they were fast asleep.

Arnav woke up when his cell phone rang.

"Di??" he asked into the phone, smiling down at Khushi, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms.

"Chotey?? Do you know where Khushi is??" Anjali asked, her voice showing her panic.

"What???" He asked.

"Khushi is nowhere to be found, Chotey! Since when did YOU start to get confused?!" she asked in irritation.

"I'll bring her Di.. Don't worry.." he reassured his sister.

"How?? Hai Devi Maiyya!! Is she with you??" Anjali was shocked.

Arnav didn't understand why he lied, but he said, "No Di!!"

"Chotey??" Anjali asked, her voice suspicious.

"Di!!!" Arnav grumbled irritatedly.

"Okay baba!! Just do whatever you want, but bring her home. We're all very worried."

"Don't worry Di.." He said as he cut the call, and kissed Khushi. She sighed and smiled in her sleep.

"Khushi. . . Wake up, child. . . . We need to get back home. . . ."

Khushi woke with a start, looking disoriented, "What?? What??"

Arnav smiled as she looked at him quizzically. "Di had called me. Your parents are worried that you haven't reached home yet." he said, stroking her hair, as she had snuggled into him.

"What time is it??" she asked.

"A little over ten. . ."Arnav answered.

"Did you tell Di that I'm with you? That they needn't worry??" she asked.

Arnav didn't answer, and she pulled back saying, "You didn't tell her... Why??"

"I don't know.. Why does it matter??" he asked.

"Nothing.. I just don't understand why you'd lie for such a trivial matter.. You could've told her, right??" Khushi asked.

"I don't like when anybody teases me about us!!" he said, his voice as low as possible.

Khushi realized he was about to lose his temper, as she knelt in front of him, on the bed, cupped his face in her petite hands, and kissed his forehead. When he looked at her, she gave him her sweetest smile.

Arnav sighed, his temper forgotten, as he rested his head on her chest, and she held him tight. He smiled as he heard her erratic heartbeat, smirking herself at the effect he had on her. . . . . . . . .