ArHi SS: Treacherous Hearts part 4 page 20 - Page 4

Originally posted by: suadvani

please continue - seriously very well written.. I hate the fact that Arnav still doesnt know.. hopefully you can write a great reveal.. :)

thanks!

Here is part 2. Again, this is more of a build-up to the coming scenes, Khushi and Arnav falling into Shyam's trap which is going to come to a head in an intense scene in Part 3 and bring back Arnav from ASR. So please bear with the bitterness for now. I hope you like this x

Part 2:

Angrily, Arnav wiped off the sindoor with his handkerchief before making his way to the bottom of the stairs and going across the hall. Dammit' he thought. Today was the meeting with the Japanese clients and they sure as hell hated lateness. He gritted his teeth as he ran over the details of the contract in his mind as he walked across the hall.

'Chotey,' exclaimed Anjali, as Arnav headed straight for the pillar.

Thud. Arnav grimaced as he felt the pain on his forehead and he closed his eyes. He had hit the pillar hard and he was sure he could feel a bruise coming up. Dammit, how would that look in the meeting now! A memory flashed across his eyes, Khushi in her green suit smacking into the same pillar all those months ago. His eyes flew open, determined not to ruin his day further by digging out those memories.

Anjali placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him towards her, touching his cheek in concern.

'Chote. Are you alright,' she asked concernedly.

'huh...what,' he replied, still slightly dazed.

'what were you so lost in thought about that you didn't even notice where you were going?' she asked, her eyes twinkling and a smile playing at her lips.

'Not... Khushi'.' She said, an eyebrow raised. Arnav turned his head away, suddenly not wanting to face his Di, his poor, ignorant Di.

'Ok ok. I was only joking. Listen, come and have breakfast, you know how cranky you get when you don't eat properly and I don't want all those poor workers of yours to suffer. C'mon' she said, gentling pulling her brother's arm.

Arnav brushed her hand away.

'No Di. Sorry..I have a very important meeting and I'm already running late,' he said, turning to leave. He took a few more steps forward before stopping, guilt riding up on him as he thought how concerned his Di would be. The only woman who really did care about him. It wasn't as if Khushi gave a damn whether he ate or not.

'I promise I'll eat something when I get to the office,' he said before continuing to make his way to the front door.

Shyam waited for the sound of the door to close before walking up to Anjali who was by the dining area and guided her to the nearest chair at the table.

'Today, I'm in the mood to eat breakfast again, Ranisaiba,' he said with a smile as he took a seat next to her.

'Again! Why... didn't you like the nastha today,' she asked a little hurt.

'No no no. It's not like that. It's just I'm in the mood for parathas today. Hot parathas made with love and care,' he said, the sick smile slowly spreading across his face as he imagined Khushi feeding him with her own hands (I'M SORRY IT'S A SICK IMAGE I KNOW) 🤢

'Ok, I'll go and make them right now for you. Your favourite aloo ki parathe!' she said excitedly and got up before he had time to stop her.

Shyam pulled that famous constipated expression of his, annoyed that Anjali had reacted before time.

Getting up, Anjali stumbled slightly.

'Aaah,' she said as her hand went to her back to support it.

Instantly, Shyam got up to support her, when he saw another hand already wrapped around her waist. It was Khushi, who was just as fiercely protective of Anjali as her husband.

With his lips curling into a smile, Shyam also went to help Anjali, making sure his hands brushed against Khushi's.

At that moment, Arnav walked past the room, stopping suddenly at the sight in front of him. He had come back to get a file he had forgotten in his room after the morning's encounter with Khushi. He clenched his fists tightly as he looked on at the image before his eyes. An image that still had the power to surprise him, shock him and fill him with disbelief. All he saw was Shyam's hands on Khushi's. Both of their hands on his poor unsuspecting sister who, totally oblivious to the betrayal going on behind her back was busy thanking them as she sat back down again.

How f***ing dare they, he thought, his blood boiling. He was just about to march over when he saw Khushi snatch her hand away and wipe it with the cloth hanging on the nearest chair, her face contorted in disgust. But before he had time to react to that, she spoke, driving a stake right back through his heart.

'Don't worry Anjali Di. Why are you taking the trouble, I'm here, aren't I. I'll make the parathas for him,' she said before heading towards the kitchen.

'I should get used to this. Besides, Khushi makes the best parathas in the whole world,' Shyam said jokingly as he snaked his arm around Anjali's shoulders and turned to look at Arnav, a triumphant smile playing at his lips.

Something snapped in Arnav. He strode over to the table and practically yelled,' KHUSHI. Quickly serve me some breakfast, I'm getting really, really late for the office.'

Anjali turned to face him and looked at him, amused.

'What's wrong with you today Chote. First you say you don't have time, then you come to eat''

'Don't take it personally Di...it's just that I was going to wait and eat at the office, but then I thought there could be NOTHING better in the morning than having breakfast made by my lovely wife,' he answered, staring straight into Shyam's eyes.

Shyam gulped and quickly averted his eyes. Just then, Khushi came back with a hot paratha in a plate. She had heard what Arnav had just said, and although she knew it was just a part of the happy faade they were keeping up, she couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of him wanting to eat her food. She looked down at the paratha on the plate. It was a little lumpy, she had been unfocussed, lost in thought when she had made it. Not good enough for Arnav, she thought.

Walking up to the table, she paused, standing behind an empty chair. Arnav grinned at Shyam, his arm outstretched, ready to take the plate off her, when he saw her lift the paratha out and put it on Shyam's plate, before turning on her heel and going back to the kitchen, without stopping to look back at him once.

Arnav was stung. He didn't need to look to his left to know that Shyam was giving him a lecherous, victorious, satisfied smile. How could he have been so stupid he thought. Khushi, his wife Khushi...of course she would jump at the opportunity to cook for Him. How could she even notice him when He was there?

Arnav felt sick, and angry. Pushing away from the table he suddenly got up.

'Di, I'm not hungry anymore and I haven't got time to wait. I'm going,' he said and stormed off up to his room to get that damn file.

Khushi's face fell as she saw her husband's retreating back go up the stairs, her hands still holding the plate with his breakfast on it. How could she have been so stupid. Of course he could never have meant what he had said about wanting breakfast from her. She felt her eyes prick suddenly and cursed herself for falling weak again.

She turned back to the kitchen, determined not to care either, when she suddenly remembered that he had barely eaten last night either. And he's diabetic. He'd never eat if she asked him to and she knew she couldn't turn to Anjali for help because then she'd know there was something wrong and that would only deepen her suspicions.

Working quickly, Khushi hastily prepared a box of food for him and scribbled an explanatory note for him.

' I can give him my message and he can scream all he likes at a piece of paper, but not me. Laad governor!' she thought wryly, a hint of the old Khushi creeping back.

Parcel and note in hand, she rushed over to HariPrakash and gave him the things, asking him to make sure Arnav received both. Suddenly panicking that Arnav might react badly to the note and realise she sent the food, she told HP not to give it to him but to put it in the bin and NOT to let anybody else read it, before running back to the kitchen before Arnav could see her.

Shyam was watching, as always.

Walking up to HP, he tried to get the note out of his hands.

'Are HPsab..what is this,' his voice sickly sweet as always, as he took the note and scanned it quickly

'A note from Khushi bhabi,' HP said, before covering his mouth with his hands in horror, snatching it back and frantically excusing himself went to go look for Arnav bhaiyya.

Arnav was all the way by the front door, about to leave when his phone rang again.

'I SAID I'M COMING AMAN. NOW HANDLE THE SITUATION! WHAT THE F**K DO I PAY YOU FOR!' he bellowed, his head pounding, heart aching and stomach growling.

'Arr..Arnav bhaiyya,' said HP timidly, scared as hell of facing the angry lion.

'OH WHAT NOW,' said Arnav, his voice ringing with annoyance as he spun around. His heart immediately softened on seeing HP's frightened expression.

'Erm.. Arnav bhaiyya. This..this is for you,' HP stuttered as he handed over the parcel which still had the note on top.

'Di?' asked Arnav, an eyebrow raised.

'No no..Khushi bhabi. But she told me to make sure you didn't find out cos then otherwise you won't eat it and then you'll go hungry and bite everyone's head off and you could fall ill because of your diabetes and if anything happens to her Laad Governor she'll kill me!' HP blurted out, regurgitating word for word, at exactly the same Lucknow express speed his bhabi had said 5 minutes earlier.

He looked up, a wave of fear suddenly spreading through his body as he realised what he had just done! He had just called Arnav Laad Governor AND told him exactly what Khushi told him not to!

'I'm sorry bhaiyya..please forgive me..i was just,' he stuttered, eyes downcast, body trembling.

Arnav looked at his servant, trying to control his laughter. It was just so typical Khushi! Her Laad Governor... His heart soared at the thought she cared, momentarily forgetting everything that had happened between them, forgetting that she had betrayed him.

'It's ok, Hari Prakash. Don't worry. Just make sure your bhabi doesn't know that I know, ok. And what's this,' he asked, picking up the note.

'NOOO! you weren't supposed to get that. Khushi bhabi said to make sure NOBODY read that note,' he said, his voice panicked and almost reached out to snatch back the note when he met the livid, angry glare staring back at him.

Arnav clutched at the piece of paper'remembering what he had witnessed moments before as he had made his way to the door. Shyam smiling with HP, reading a piece of paper.

So she was sending Him notes.

Arnav, grabbing both his parcel and the note stormed out the house and sat in his car. With trembling fingers he opened up the folded piece of paper and held it out infront of him, hardly daring to read the contents. He didn't want to read it and have his heart broken all over again. But he read it anyway, the desire to know overpowering him.

Please come home early today, we are holding a pooja at the house and I would really like it if you attended. It's very important to me'I haven't asked anything of you since marriage, but please, do this for me. Maybe you should surprise me with something today, make it clear that you have feelings for me? I think Anjali Di is getting suspicious..she keeps asking me if I'm alright, if I'm happy and I am running out of things to say to her and the rest of the family.

I really hope you enjoyed the food!

Yours,

Khushi

He read it. And reread it before scrunching it up in his hands and tearing it too pieces throwing the bits of paper in the air, only to have them land all over him, mocking him, taunting him.

He felt hot stupid tears blind him as they rolled down his cheeks and he slammed his fist into the steering wheel, punishing himself for allowing himself to care again. He hated that bitch, hated her for betraying his Di. For shamelessly continuing to love Him despite being married, for shamelessly continuing to pursue Him within his own house. But that wasn't the only reason why he felt his heart was being butchered. How many more times did she need to remind him that she loved Shyam and not him?

Vengeance crept through his veins as he hastily wiped his tears away, started his car and drove to his office. He wouldn't let her or her cheap, disgusting deeds get in the way of his work. ASR was absolutely determined to shake her thoughts out his mind as he stormed into his building, his kingdom and marched up to the conference room.

Preview for part 3

Arnav felt his breath hitch as he stared at the sight before him. Khushi slowly descended down the stairs, the pallu of her sky blue saree trailing behind her and her eyes never leaving his as she walked towards him purposefully.

'Khushi,' he whispered hoarsely, his eyes misty and burning with desire.

PART 3 PAGE 12

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Originally posted by: Zeee

damn!!!!! misunderstandings are every where!! i guess this is what the real serial is going to be like :(

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