ArHi OS: Unanswered Questions (part 21 page 88) - Page 16

Part 9
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Cant wait for them to meet

Awww. This was too cute. ❤️
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This is amazin...arnavs letta was so sad nd lvd da wai khushi left him 2 notes nd roses sooo cute...plz cont soon nd PM me inda future 👏

That was a beautiful take.

wow...what a cute update...
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awww... how cute... loved his restlessness.. and she did it so well.. i mean the way she expressed it.. i would be over the moon...

So no one wondered who she came face to face with on her way out of the RM...hmmm
Anyways here is the next part ...hopefully u r able to visualise it the way I do ..😃

Part 9

Khushi sat with her gaze fixed at the sky, there was melancholy around her, she held his letter in her hands and one sentence kept reverberating in her mind, "I hate lies and liars………" On her way out that day she had come face to face with him, whose presence on this earth had made her life miserable before and was making it even more now for she was unable to comfort herself that what she did was ok, that it was for the best. Every excuse she gave to herself had failed to make her think otherwise. Everyone was at the Raizada Mansion, she had stayed back pretending to have a headache while actually it was her heart that ached. The love that had just blossomed in her hearts after a long bleak winter was again in danger. She closed her eyes and prayed silently, "Devi Maiyyan, let it be okay for some time at least, let me be happy for some time, for myself and for him……" she continued to ask for peace over and over again when she was startled by the sound of footsteps outside her room. With her heart in her throat she stood up ever so slowly and walked towards the door.

Arnav had woken up fresh, it wasn't just the sleep, it was the small sentence that had made all the difference, "yes, me too", he turned on his right side to read the card placed on the side table. Sitting up on his bed, resting his head on the head rest he thought about Khushi, a small smile playing at his lips. He had not felt such exhilaration for a long time now, the excitement he used to have right before kick off during his college days, the cheers of the crowd had his heart beating wildly, the prospect of taking the adversaries head on fuelled him up. But today, it had taken merely three words to incite that fire inside him. He broke into a big smile only to be intercepted by a knock at the door. Putting his serious expression back on, he beckoned the person at the door to enter. HP came in to inform him of the arrival of the Guptas. Showing controlled calmness he nodded and got up to go down. Downstairs, he found everyone but her. "What the….," he thought angrily, "Why is she playing games with me?" he continued with his thoughts while greeting everyone and sat down to have tea. Midway he thought of a game of his own. He stood up excusing himself from the gathering saying he had to go see some work in his office. With his most charming smile he urged everyone to stay till dinner promising to join them also. That done he went off on his mission.

Khushi pushed open the door very slowly and gulped when she heard it creak. Reprimanding herself, for being so jumpy at six in the evening, she stood tall and walked out of the room mustering up all her confidence. No one was in the corridor, so she walked ahead only to hear a spoon clatter on the floor, gulping down the lump that formed in her throat she walked cautiously to the kitchen picking up the jharoo she had forgotten to put away earlier. With the jharoo held in front of her, ready to attack anyone who came in front of her, Khushi entered the kitchen Jackie Chan style. Still no one! "haye devi mayyian, kya bhooot hai?" she muttered under her breath afraid to talk loudly lest the bhoot heard her. She retreated out of the kitchen, suppressing the impulse of running as fast as she could; slowly she made her way to her room and quickly locked it from inside. Terrified she slumped onto the bed, and sat with her head in her hands. She froze seconds later when she felt someone sit next to her slowly and quietly. She was too afraid to even open her eyes and when that someone tried to hold her hands, she gave out a roof shattering scream. But the roof didn't shatter because her mouth was tightly clamped by one very strong hand while its partner in crime held her tightly by the small of her back.

Arnav cursed himself for even trying to give Khushi a surprise; this girl had complete ability turn a romantic movie into an elm-street horror movie! "open your eyes!" he urged as she kept her eyes shut tightly refusing to open as if doing that would avert the danger! He just looked at her innocent face and smiled while his eyes glimmered as a wicked thought went through his mind. Reacting on impulse he bent his head to give a brushingly light kiss on her cheekbone. Her eyes flew open, as she became totally aware of exactly who it was who held her and why it felt so nice in these arms. She found herself staring into a pair of intense eyes which looked even more arresting when so near. She heard him ask, "me too, what khshi kumari gupta, me too what?" With her heart pounding in her ears, she found it hard to even register what he had just said in his ultimately husky voice, "Chh chh chaiii lain gain aap (Will you have tea?)" she asked a ridiculously out of the blue question.

She tried to get up and failed as Arnav didn't slacken his hold even a little bit. Turning her head she looked into his eyes with a pleading look asking him to let go but the intensity she saw there made her look away quickly. She could feel the blush rising on her cheeks and the soft chuckle from Arnav only confirmed it. He had by then adjusted his arms so they were both around her waist holding her captive. "So you are in no mood of tea?" Khushi continued stubbornly with her hospitality drama. "I will have it once I get my answer," said Arnav equally stubbornly. With fluttering eyelids, she again tried to look at him and asked, "What answer?"

Arnav let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in, he could smell her, her hair, she looked mesmerizing, or that his love had made her look more so. "Me too What Khushi," he asked yet again, his voice heavy with emotions. He was thoroughly enjoying the effect he had on her, she was blushing, breathing heavily, her chest was heaving, she was almost limp in his arms. Slowly he raised one of his hands and took off the scrunchy that held her braid. Very slowly, as if with calculated movements he undid her braid, freeing the long dark tresses he loved so much, letting them fall around his hand, loving their softness. With the other he took off her pins that kept her hair back from her face so severely. Khushi sat still, aware of his eyes only that held so many emotions in them, she was captivated by them and it took her some time to realize that she was no longer in his arms. She stood up abruptly and started to move away.

"Khushi" said Arnav softly and she was unable to move. With his hands behind him on the bed, he was leaning and looking up at her in a very disconcertingly serious way. She looked at him with a questioning gaze. "I love you!" he said in a very simple way like he had just asked for tea, but they both knew it wasn't so simple. Tears welled up in Khushi's eyes and she tried her best to control them. He straightened and held her hand lightly to pull her towards him. She found herself sitting on his thigh, looking into his eyes while he rubbed away the single tear that had managed to escape despite her efforts.

He smiled, she said, "me too………"

Yaaayyy!!!!!!!!!!! Me first!

Awww... that was one sweet-cute-silly-romantic confession I have ever read!!! Loveeeddd it!!!