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Chapter 29: Khush in boots
2 weeks later
She was wearing knee high black leather boots. They had metal buckles on either side and came with 3 inch high heels. She wore a red leather miniskirt and black fishnet stockings. A black tank top completed her outfit. Her hair was let loose and hung almost to her waist. She wore bright red lipstick, and smoky eyes completed her look. Arnav took one look at her, teetering on those insanely high heels, that pushed her butt out, and his jaw fell open. "What the!" he exclaimed.
She ran a hand through her tousled hair and struck a sexy pose, jutting her hip out, the other hand resting on her waist. "Like what you see?" she asked throatily.
"Khushi, why are you dressed like a hooker?" asked Arnav patiently. They were in her room. They'd eaten dinner a while ago. The kids were asleep. Nigel had the evening off and was out with Freddy. They had planned a romantic evening alone. When she'd asked him to come up 10 minutes later, he'd thought she was breaking out a new negligee. This was something else.
"You don't think it's sexy?" she pouted.
"My fianc, a hooker. I should think not," Said Arnav firmly.
"I thought it was every man's secret fantasy. The s**tty look. I thought you'd like it," she said.
"Oh. I'm sorry. You went to all the trouble of dressing like a prostitute and I hate it. My commiserations," Said Arnav, smiling.
"No, really. Isn't it every man's fantasy?" she asked eagerly.
"If you must know, Yes. It used to be. Not any longer. Pretty Woman pretty much killed it for us," Said ASR.
"The movie?" she frowned.
"Yes, my love. The movie. Julia Roberts playing the hooker with a heart of gold..that did it for us guys. No man who's seen Pretty woman can ever think of the hooker outfit as hot any more. . And I have Di as a sister. Therefore, I have seen Pretty woman. We only see Julia Roberts with her big smile and her gorgeous red hair. That's a girl you take home to Mom. So, sorry, but blame Julia. She jinxed that fantasy for humanity when she did that movie. Ergo, no can do, Khushi." He explained patiently.
It was Khushi's turn to say, "What the!" now. "That is the most ridiculous explanation I have ever heard," she said crossly. "After I went to all the trouble of finding these ridiculous clothes," She said.
"Can't argue with you there, Khushi. They are ridiculous. Please change," Said Arnav. "But you can keep the boots. I like them," he winked.
"OOOk. Sometimes I think you're kinky Arnav," she said.
"Says the woman who dressed up as a hooker to seduce me?"
"Do I need to seduce you?" she smiled.
"Not really. I'm done for anyway. I agreed to marry you!" He dodged the pillow that was flung at him. "I'll wait downstairs for you. Come down after changing," he said, walking out of the door.
She came down 10 minutes later wearing her PJs. They were purple with golden stars on them. She wore a white Tee shirt that said "Sleepy is as as sleepy does" on it. Her face was scrubbed clean of the make up, and her hair was back in its usual ponytail. She sat on the couch next to him, and snuggled close. He was watching TV. Highlights of some cricket match were on, and he was watching it intently. She made a face at the TV. Then she turned to him.
"Arnav"
"Yes, baby?" he said absently.
"Must you watch this match? Can't we just talk?"
"Talk after the highlights. It's just 45 minutes." He didn't take his eyes off the screen.
"I hate cricket."
"Then don't watch. Go sleep. I'll be up soon."
"This is our first night alone in almost 10 days, and you want to watch cricket?" she complained. This time he looked at her. "Sorry baby. But its just 45 minutes. Pleaaaseee," he begged.
She darted a suspiscious look at him. "Is the reason you made up that story about Pretty Woman. You just weren't in the mood for anything except cricket tonight, were you?" she said in a very disappointed tone.
"Khushi, Sachin is batting. He made a century in this game. Can I please watch this for now. We can argue about this later."
"Oh. Now watching Sachin bat is more important than talking to me. Of course. I should've known. You men are all the same. You chase a girl till she gives in. And once you have her, then you don't lift a finger," She said angrily.
"You are blowing this out of proportion. It's just the highlights of a cricket match. Come on Khushi."
"I can't believe you'd rather watch cricket than have sex!" she said.
"That's not true," he said, switching off the TV. "That is total nonsense," he said, not wanting her to get the wrong idea. Sex won over cricket any day. Well, except during the world cup. Or if India were playing Pakistan. Or Australia. But she didn't need to know that. She took the remote from him and turned the TV on again.
"There. Watch your stupid cricket. I'm going to bed. And don't bother coming up. You're sleeping on the couch tonight," she said grumpily.
"Oh, come on Khushi. This couch is hell on my back and you know it", he complained.
She didn't say anything, but just made a face at him and went to her bedroom making a lot of noise unnecessarily. He resumed watching the highlights. Sachin got his century. India won the game, and Arnav realized he needed to bell the cat. He tiptoed up the stairs quietly. She was sleeping quietly, buried under the comforter. He got into the bed next to her, and pulled the comforter over himself as well.
"Game over?" she asked sleepily.
"You're still up?" he asked surprised.
"Not up. You woke me just now," she said groggily.
You know, I'd rather have sex than watch cricket any day," he said pulling her close.
"Nice try buster. That ship has sailed," she said turning away from him. "Oh, and you're a liar. You'd pick cricket over sex if the world cup was on. So, try me another," she said, tucking the comforter around her closely. She was asleep again in about 2 minutes. He lay awake wondering how he was going to live down that nonsensical Pretty Woman story he had fed her, for the rest of his life. That, and the thought of her knee high boots with sky high heels kept him up for a long time that night.
The next morning: Aadit and Anjali's house
It was a weekend and Aadit was home. He was actually cooking lunch for Anjali today. He cooked on the weekends sometimes, saying he wanted to give her a break from the kitchen. He was a poor cook, but she was a besotted wife, so it evened out. He made terrible food, and she ate it without demur. She sat on the kitchen counter watching him butcher a basic daal chawal. He also made Eggplant. Which as usually one of her favorites. Just not burnt. The smell of the charring eggplant made her gag.
"Aadit! It's burning!" she cautioned.
"Dammit!" he said, shutting off the Gas. "This happens once in a way," he said wisely.
"I know. Once every seven days when you cook, to be precise." She said dryly. Suddenly she felt extremely queasy. The smell of burnt cooking overcame her completely and she ran to the bathroom. She'd done that a few times lately. Thrown up. A vague suspicion had led her to buy a home pregnancy kit. She hadn't dared to test it yet. She decided that the time for action was now. She needed to know.
Anjali watched the line on the stick slowly turn pink. All color drained from her face. She sat down on the toilet seat holding that wooden stick in her hand. "Bloody hell!" she swore. She wondered how Aadit would take it. Maybe he wasn't ready for parenthood yet. And his mother. She groaned. That big fat South Indian wedding could go for a toss now. Can't have a traditional Iyer wedding with a pregnant bride! The priest would go ballistic. She cleaned up after herself and walked out nonchalantly. Aadit was still trying to salvage the eggplant.
"You OK Anju?" he asked, concerned.
"Fine," she said. "Aadit, I have something to tell you." She said, swallowing.
"Hmmm." He said, scraping the charred remnants off the bottom of the saucepan.
"I'm pregnant," she plunged right in. The next moment he yowled with pain. A piece of eggplant had hit his eye, and the wooden ladle had slipped out of his hands and onto the floor, hitting his forehead first. Anjali walked up to him quickly. She picked out the piece of burnt eggplant and tossed it away. Then she helped bathe his eye with water, till the color of his eye was somewhat restored to normal. He was still catching his breath 5 minutes later, when he asked diffidently, "Did you say you were…you know?"
"Yes Aadit. I'm pregnant," she said dryly.
"Should you doing this, in your condition?" he asked, scrunching up his nose.
"Errr. Doing what?" she asked. "I'm standing, that's all."
"I know, but you bent down a few minutes ago to pick up the ladle. And you bathed my eye with water. Shouldn't you be resting or something?"
"I'm pregnant. Not dying. Women work till the day of their delivery," She said. He blanched. "OHMIGOD! Delivery. That means hospital. And you, pushing a baby out of your body. Ohmigod. I don't think I can handle it. I don't like hospitals."
"It's a good thing I have to give birth, not you," she quipped. "Aadit, I need to know how you feel. Are you happy that I'm pregnant? Do you want this baby?" she asked worriedly.
He looked at her strangely. As if he was seeing her for the first time. "You're going to have my baby. Our baby. Of course I'm happy. I'm thrilled!" he grinned. "I'd pick you up and twirl you around, but that can't be good for the baby, so I won't," he said. She heaved a sigh of relief. "But what about your parents? Your mother? What about our wedding?" she asked.
"If I tell my mother she's going to be a patti, she'll forget all about the wedding," he said confidently.
"Are you sure?" asked Anjali.
"Sure, I'm sure." He said. He leaned over to kiss her. "I'm so happy Anjali. We're going to be a family. You've made me so happy today."
"I love you," she said, hugging him. She pulled away after a minute. I should tell Chotey, she said picking up her phone.
"And I should tell Minnie and Freddy!" said Aadit excitedly. "Wait. Don't call him," said Aadit. "Let's go over tonight and tell them in person. We'll ask Freddy to be there as well," He said happily. So, they invited themselves to dinner at Khushi's, wanting to share their happiness with their best friends. It was a dinner that would change everything.
It's going to be an explosive dinner😆. In the meanwhile, tell me what you think of this one.
Cheers!
Vidhya
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