ArHi FF:Then you look at me...Thd2 - Page 37

Originally posted by: harsh42

I think so. . .

By this afternoon, probably. . . 😊

Originally posted by: Kinha_Luvyou

As Arnav deepened his kiss, Khushi gasped again, and her kiss became strained and she finally stopped kissing him, as her arms went to her leg from around his neck.

Arnav watched helplessly as her body went rigid with pain, and she let out her breath in a gust, indicating that the bout of pain was over.

"Alright! That's it!! We're seeing Di's doctor tomorrow!! For now. . . ." He said as he picked her up gently in his arms, and took to the guest room just opposite his room and laid her on the bed, ordering, "Sleep."

"There's no need for the doctor, Arnav. . ." Khushi started, when he stopped her, "We're going. And that's final!" He said, as he went out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Khushi looked at the closed door, and said in a whisper, "Good night, Arnav. . . ."

The next morning, Arnav entered Khushi's room to find it empty. But he found Khushi in the balcony, stretching her thigh muscles, as per the instructions of her physiotherapist.

Regular exercises had done her good, Arnav noted, as she bent one thigh and stretched her other one. "Are you allowed to do that??" he asked.

Khushi gave her warmest smile as she looked up at him, and said, "Good morning. And yes. These were the exercises taught by a physiotherapist..." Arnav tilted his head as he took in her bent body, before he shook his head to clear his wayward thoughts, and told her to get ready to go to the doc. She knew it was of no use. But she didn't have it in her to reject whatever he said anymore. Plus she knew it was no use arguing, as he was in his ASR mode now.

When they were on their way, they got stuck in the traffic. Arnav was continuously on phone, barking orders into his Bluetooth headset. "Don't be ridiculous Aman! Catherine is the best bridalwear designer. And not just in AR! She's THE best in India! And she won't do for the great Ms. Sheila Khanna??. . . . . . . What?! What does she need then??. . . . . . Me??!! Alright tell her we can't promise anything. I'll see what I can do."

As he cut the call, Khushi asked, "Ms. Sheila Khanna is the bride?" And Arnav just hmm-ed in assent. "What does she want?" Khushi asked, trying to make good use of Arnav's time off the phone.

"Her dad owns a chain of jewelry stores. And he had planned to dress up his daughter with gold with a big fat Indian wedding on his mind. But unfortunately for us, she fell in love with a Christian guy, and is getting married in a church. So she wants me to design her gown such that she can wear gold along with her gown. A white wedding gown plus heavy jewelry would be a fashion faux pas!!"

"Touche!" Khushi murmured as she chuckled. And after a second answered, "You could always weave the gold with the fabric that you use. . . . . And I'm just saying. You can ignore me if my idea seems insensible. . . And be nice to her, please. She's the bride, after all. . . "

Arnav stared at her with shock in his eyes, wondering why he himself hadn't thought of it! A honk behind them broke his chain of thoughts. Khushi oblivious as to why he was shocked, smiled to herself as she realized that this was the first decent conversation that had had after they got back together.

The doctor, who was an old lady said everything Khushi was doing right and if she maintained this, she'd soon get back to normal.

Khushi sat in the lobby glancing at the newspaper whilst Arnav spoke to the doctor alone. 'He is acting as if the doc is hiding something and he has to pry the info out himself! Worry Wart!!' Khushi thought, when an ad caught her attention. It was an ad telling that there were vacancies in a respectable software company. She quickly called the number provided and fixed up an interview for tomorrow.

As Arnav came out, Khushi stood up, telling, "You go to work, Arnav. I'll go by a rickshaw or a taxi..."

Arnav just gave her a 'Are-you-crazy?-I'm-not-doing-any-such-thing' look, and she just sighed as she followed him out.

Arnav quickly dropped her home, his mind already on the overdrive about the idea Khushi had unknowingly given him.

By the evening, he had two rough sketches of what he'd display to Ms. Sheila Khanna, who was to arrive by 8 p.m the same night, which meant he had a good one hour's time. The muscles of his neck and shoulders felt sore after bending over his drawing board for almost the whole day. And he was easing his neck when he got a call.

"Arnav, listen to Radio Indigo nah, please??" Khushi's voice pleaded on the other end.

"What?! Khushi. . . ." He started to object, when she started wheedling, "Please please please please please Arnav!!"

"Okay fine!!" Arnav muttered before cutting the call. He turned on the FM on his cell phone.

"The next song is dedicated to a Mr. Arnav from his wife, Mrs. Khushi!!

A very weird way of apologizing if you ask me. Wondering why I'm saying weird?

The song she requested is weird!!

"That don't impress me much" by Shania Twain!!

I say, if you want to apologize to your husband, tell him he's the best instead of telling him you don't impress me much!!

Anyways, here's the song she requested!! Keep listening... Radio Indigo, 91-9..."

As soon as Arnav heard the name of the song, his mind went back to the eve of Khushi's college fest.And as for the weird part, 'Well!! That's my Khushi!!' Arnav thought.

---Flashback---

She had performed for the same song in her college fest, where him and Mr. Ajay Menon, the famous hotelier, were the chief guests. Ajay Menon was every bit of a casanova as he was written of, Arnav realized, as Ajay sat next to him, bragging about himself, much to Arnav's annoyance! And where the hell was Khushi?! Forcing him to come here, and she herself had disappeared!!

The mentioning of Khushi Kumari Gupta's name caught his attention, and he turned towards the stage, as Khushi started her performance. 'So this was why she wasn't sitting with me!!' Arnav thought and looked on.

*Link to the song, if you haven't heard it. Its a really ancient song!! 😛 *

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqFLXayD6e8&feature=colike

I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much

I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much

You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can't believe you kiss your car good night
C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right!

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you've got a car
That don't impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don't impress me much
You think you're cool but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't impress me much

Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something...
Oo-Oh-Oh
That don't impress me much!

Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-No
Alright! Alright!

You're Tarzan!
Captain Kirk maybe.
John Wayne.
Whatever!
That don't impress me much!

"What a tease!!" Ajay murmured, as her performance came to an end, making Arnav glare at him. Ajay took the Mic into his hand as he addressed Khushi as she left the stage, "Ms. Khushi!! Ms. Khushi.. I have a question. . . . ."

Khushi raised her eyebrows, before she asked, "Yes??" into the Mic in her hand.

"What would it take, for a man to impress you then??!! Please do tell me. . . ." Ajay asked, and Khushi could almost hear Arnav's growl as he sat next to Ajay, his body tensed. The crowd had started hooting, and Khushi waited them to calm down a bit, as she smiled proudly and said, "It would take a man to be Arnav Singh Raizada, to impress me!!"

Arnav forgot all about his irritation as he looked at Khushi and smiled at her lovingly.

Ajay Menon, clearly not liking the idea of her paying more attention to Arnav, instead of him, said, "Aahh... So we have an Arnav Singh Raizada fan here!!"

Before Arnav could say anything, Khushi replied, "Excuse me Mr.. . . Uhh. . . Sorry, I don't know your name. . . But I'm not just a fan of Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada!! I'm Mrs. Arnav Singh Raizada-to-be."

The whole auditorium became silent, as Arnav's smile turned into a full fledged grin.

"Oh!!!" was all Ajay Menon could muster, and Arnav had a strong mind to yell, "In your face, Menon!!' He stopped himself as he thought it wouldn't do good for his ASR image!! But he felt like he was the happiest man on earth when Khushi had oh-so-publicly declared that she was his!!

Soon after her performance, he had gone to her green room, and how could he forget their "PRIVATE" moments in there!! In front of the mirror?! Khushi all shy and yet, daring!!

---End of Flashback---

'Absolutely sinful!!!' he thought, remembering that moment. Arnav came back to the present as he heard a knock on his door, and he looked on as Khushi entered, an expectant smile on her lips.

"I'm busy, Khushi!" Arnav said, cursing himself as he saw her smile falter, and a flash of disappointment in her eyes, before she covered it up and said with her fake smile, "I know. I just wanted you to give some rest to yourself. . ."

She was about to leave, when there was another knock on the door, and Ms. Sheila Khanna entered. Arnav indicated Khushi to stay back, as he introduced the ladies to each other. Sheila was a happy-go-lucky kind of person, and she was ecstatic when she heard of Arnav's idea.

Khushi sat back in disbelief, as she thought, 'He actually DID that??!!'

Arnav told Sheila that this was actually Khushi's idea, and Sheila turned to her, "Really, Khushi??!! You saved my wedding!!! There was just a week left for the wedding, and the Wedding Dress wasn't finalised yet!! Imagine my horror!!!" She hugged Khushi as if she knew her from years, and Khushi awkwardly put an arm around her. Arnav rolled his eyes at the hyperbole, and pursed his lips to stop himself from laughing.

"Hey wait!! You could be my Maid of Honor!! My best friend who was supposed to be the Maid of Honor, eloped with her boyfriend!!" she said, with a sour face.

Khushi raised her eyebrows and looked at Arnav, and Sheila again said, "Oh come on! Even he'll be there!!" And she went on blabbering about how everything was falling out of place, and Arnav looked at her in frustration, with a frown on his face. Khushi quickly agreed, just so that Arnav wouldn't say something which would make him lose this client!

"Awesome!! And don't worry. I won't make you wear a bad dress just so that I look good!! ASR, throw in some gold for the bridesmaid dresses too, will you? And make Khushi's dress extra special!!" She asked airily as she went to the door.

Sheila stopped at the door, and said, "By the way, you two make an aDOrable couple!!" before she left. . . . . .