FF-Bodyguard Link 2 New Thread on Pg. 150 - Page 64

Recap: Khushi is drunk on Arnav and Khushi's suhaag raat. Arnav goes to get her water thinking how she got drunk when he realizes it was Shyam who did it.

Looking down, he saw that Arnav was holding a empty glass in his hand and a jug. Smiling mentally he relaxed thinking that his saala shaab had already drunk the special drink he had brewed up for him.

Turning to face to counter where the water purifier was, he got the shock of his life when he felt a hand on his arm pulling him to face... his saale shaab.

Looking into the fiery eyes of Arnav, Shyam realized that something was up and he was doomed.

"Is something wrong Saale Sha-" Shyam started only to be banged against the cabinet behind him.

"What the hell?! What did you do?!" Arnav asked in rage.

"What do you mean Saale Shaab?" Shyam asked, profoundly confused when he realized that Arnav was not drunk or anywhere near sleep.

"What did you put in that drink?!," Arnav questioned as she shoved Shyam more into the wall.

"Wait. Did you drink it or did someone else?" Shyam asked, now worried.

"No I didn't. Sorry to ruin your plans Jeejaji," Arnav sneered as he watched the look of shock come over Shyam's eyes.

"Wait. If you didn't drink it then who did?" Shyam asked, already considering the worst.

"Khushi," Arnav stated in a normal fashion, trying to see Shyam's reaction to this information.

"What?! What do you mean!?!" Shyam screamed. He grabbed Arnav's hands off of him and pushed him into the wall. "How could you do this!? You. You want to hurt my Khushiji! Isn't it enough that you married her?! Now you want her to die? You want to kill my Khushji!?!?!" Shyam shouted, his heart pounding at the thought of losing his Khushi.

"I think I know what's best for my Khushi," Arnav responded nonchalantly and shoved Shyam back into the wall, "And if you know what's best for you then you would stay. away. from my wife!" Arnav ordered and he walked away from the kitchen with a full jar of water for his drunk wife.

Khushi was roaming around the room now, looking at all of the mysteries it held for her. First, she went to the closet and looked through all of the clothes hanging there. It was all Arnav's since her clothes had not been sent yet but they were all to do the side, making room for hers'. She pressed her hand against his shirts, imagining the warmth they hold when he wears them. She shoved her nose in one of his shirts, relishing the smell of cologne as it hit her strongly. She looked up when she heard a noise.

Khushi heard the thunder rolling and the tip tap of the water as it fell down. As if in a trance, she moved from the closet, walking slowly to the glass doors that were separating her from the beautiful rain. Sliding the doors open, she walked out into the rain, her arms spread out wide, her face looking up, surrendering to the nature.

A huge smile appeared on her face as she let the rain wash away all of the excess makeup they had put on her for the wedding. Her hair flew open and flew behind her as she spun around slowly in the rain, getting wet as she stayed there longer. Her wedding clothes were not soaking wet, making them even heavier but she did not care. The rain was going to free her from this constraining dress, from this sad reality' that he had probably not married her since he loved her. The rain was going to be a start for her, a new start. A start with her husband, who she loved fully with no doubts and would love her whole life.

She didn't realize that she had company, a person who was looking at her. Khushi just kept twirling round and round, letting the world become a blur, letting loose of reality. She thought about Rumi the poet who did such things, What did he call them? Whirling Dervishes! Ahh!! I'm doing a Whirling Dervish!! But in the video, the people were moving their arms around'. Laughing at her own stupidity, she started moving her own hands, trying to imamate the video of people doing the dance. Without even looking, she stepped on a broken pot that was on the ground of the garden and tripped, about to fall.

Arnav had walked in the room to see that Khushi was not even in the room. He looked around to find he, assuming that she must be somewhere in the room but she was nowhere in sight. When worry had just been about to sink in, he heard someone giggling wildly. He quickly turned to look from where the noise was coming and saw a sight that made it hard for him to breath. He kept staring at the woman outside as he slowly made his way out as well.

Her eyes were closed, her hair flowing everywhere. Her hands were up to antics that he could not even begin to understand, but it all looked the same to him. He watched as she swung her hips around dance to the beat of the rain. His eyes followed her every move as a deprived and hungry man. He walked up to her slowly when he saw her trip.

Quickly he grabbed her and brought her in his grip so she would not fall. She was shivering in his arms, her head buried in his chest. Her hands were gripping his back, making their up slowly making him more aware of her. He pulled back so he could look at her more carefully and looked at her drenched face. Automatically he moved the hair which was in her eye as she stared back at him, and then' then she started laughing.

Khushi looked at him as he held her, his face shocked by her obvious response to him. She didn't know why exactly but seeing him there, wet with her, made her want to laugh. Moving her hands up, she held on to his left shoulder with her right hand and brought up his right hand so she could hold it with her left. Once in position she started singing, the words just slipping out of her mouth as she waltzed with him around the garden.

~Kya batao dil khud hi nah jane kaise mehka mehka ehaas hai

Atey jatey in lamhoo ki lahroon main kahin na kahin to kuch khaas hai~

Arnav slowly took over the dance when he realized what she wanted to do. He gripped her back tighter so she would not fall since he could tell this was an effect of her being drunk. He smiled involuntarily as she sung and the glided around the garden, avoiding as many plants as possible.

~Na jana kaise hai yeh madhoshi, kaisa nasha

Hawa se ker baatain yeh dil kyun, kya hai wajah

Jahan yeh sara, apna sa lage, sapna sa lage, haaa.. an

Na jane chala hai kya pane laga hai kyun gane'

My heart goes all dhim taanaa'~

She stopped singing and placed her head on his chest, over his heart. Whispering the last words of her song, she slowly mumbled herself to sleep, leaving a perplexed Arnav to stand in the rain with her weight.

He stood there, smiling at her song thinking She sings really well. I wonder who that song was for? He looked down, and was going to ask her so when he realized that she had fallen asleep. Realizing that she had fallen asleep, he picked her up and walked in with his newlywed wife. Well I bet this is exactly how people spend their Suhaag Raat.

He was about to put her in bed when he realized that she was soaking. Remembering the awful things Shyam had put in that drink which had been for him, Arnav walked to his closet. I can't leave her in those clothes. It will be a miracle if she is fine tomorrow after what that snake did but if she catches a cold then I will be to blame' He looked for her clothes in his closet when he realized that there were none. They were all to come tomorrow.

Frustrated, he grabbed his black and white shirt and a towel, making his way over to her, not bothering to bring pants since it did not even strike him. He sat down next to her on the couch where she was seated. After several failed attempts to wake her up, he sighed ready to give up. That's when she leaned on to him and quietly mentioned his name in her sleep, "Arnav" and shivered besides him.

Arnav walked to the lights and shut them off and closed the curtains of the garden, making sure there was no light coming in the room. Softly he moved all of her hair to one of her shoulders and started to undo the doori of her top once again. Slipping the top off of her, he quickly put on the shirt in his hands on her, making sure not to touch her anywhere if not necessary. Then he took of her lengha as well, grumbling about how the heavy the thing was. He felt around the couch when he realized that he had not even brought pants.

Cursing himself mentally, he got up to get some when he felt her tug him down. She wrapped her arms around his and clung to him muttering something about being scared of the dark. Prying her off of his arm slowly, he pushed her back on the couch so her hair was hanging behind her over the arm rest. Slowly he made his way behind her and started to towel dry her hair, knowing that it would not dry during the night if it was left unattended. It will also ruin my bed. I don't want my bed to be wet! That's the only reason I changed her clothes or am doing this. Who wants to sleep on a wet bed with a soaking wet person?! I have work to do tomorrow!

Once done, he went to go grab some pants for his wife but realized that none of them were comfy sleeping wear which he could just slip on her. Giving up, he picked her up and placed her in the bed, covering her with the blanket. When he was sure that she was comfy, he went to his side of the bed and slipped into the same blanket since obviously Di made sure there was only comforter in the room. Why does she have to plan everything?

His eyes glanced at the digital clock next to him which read 3:00 am. Well, hasn't it been an eventful night? I even have a meeting with Mr. Chopra tomorrow at 3:00 pm. I will just get up and make sure everything is ready before I attend. With thoughts as such turning and twisting in his mind, he slowly drifted off to sleep, not realized when his arm found themselves acting as a pillow for his wife as she snuggled into him, holding on to him as one would hold on to a teddy bear.

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