OS: You Don't Mess With Her

It had been a week since Khushi and Arnav had gotten married so abruptly. Although initially everyone was very upset, gradually the tension defused as everyone finally realized what a good thing it was that Khushi was now a Raizada bahu. Nani was back to her old affectionate self and Anjali kept teasing Khushi about how she and Chote were in such a hurry to get married that they had forgotten about everything else.

Everything in her life was slowly getting back into track other than a couple of exceptions.

The first was her brother-in-law, a.k.a the filthy scumbag of an excuse for a person ' Shyam Manohar Jha.

The second was more perplexing. Her husband, the true Laad Governor ' Arnav Singh Raizada.

He had been seething with anger when he had dragged her to the temple. Once the entire hullabaloo about their marriage had died down, he had shut the door to their room and looked at her with a ruthless and terrifying expression on his face. Fear had gripped her as she wondered what he was planning to do. True to his unpredictability, he snatched a pillow from the bed and threw it roughly onto the sofa near the cupboard.

"You're going to sleep there. Remember what I said, I will not give you the status of my wife while you are here."

Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes once again but she nodded and went towards the sofa, gradually drifting off to sleep.

When she had woken up next morning, a new hope filled her and she thought about how a new day was always a new beginning. She quickly took out the sari that Payal had given her the night before and went into the bathroom to change.

Once she came out, she saw him standing in front of the mirror while fixing his tie.

The slight frown which was on his forehead vanished as soon as he caught sight of her. He had seen her in a sari before but never had she looked this beautiful. Her hair was wet and drops of water were still glistening on her pristine skin. What added to her overall beauty was the brilliant red in her parting and a black beaded mangal sutra, both contrasting breathtakingly with her purity.

For a minute he forgot all his anger and reveled in the angelic presence in his room.

As if aware of the slight change in him, Khushi walked up to him, meaning to talk to him properly and maybe find out the cause of his earlier distress.

That was what brought him back to his senses. The soft, lost look in his eyes was replaced with the earlier cold fury.

"Stay away from me."

Khushi's heart sank as her husband threw another disgusted look at her and stormed out of the room.

This had been the routine for the past week and although Khushi tried her best to keep up a brave front, she faltered many times. Especially at night when she was all alone on the sofa, surrounded by darkness.

She had almost given up all hope till one incident changed a lot of things.

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It was just another regular morning. Khushi and Payal were preparing breakfast and, on Nani's request, something sweet for everyone. Although she was itching to make jalebis, she had received a warning look from Payal and had decided to make something sugar free for Arnav instead.

Payal had finished making the halwa for everyone and had gone out to the dining room to serve everyone.

An idea suddenly popped into her mind and she gleefully took out a bag and started filling it with sweet mixture.

She had kept to separate vessels on the two stoves. In one she was making sugar free kheer and in the other she was making perfect coils of her favorite snack.

Suddenly she heard an angry voice from the dining room.

"Di I can't wait. I have a very important meeting scheduled for this morning."

"Chote, thoda roko na. Khushi tumhare liye bina shakkar ke kuch nana rahi hain."

Payal bustled into the kitchen and motioned Khushi to hurry up.

"Jaldi kar na Khushi. Arnavji ko der ho rahi hain."

"No way Di. I am not risking being late to eat something sweet. Aur woh bhi uski haath ki banayi huyi."

All her enthusiasm disappeared as she heard his words. She absentmindedly dipped her finger into the kheer to taste it not realizing that it was the vessel which contained scalding hot oil for frying the jalebis.

A chilling scream pierced through the air and everyone in the Raizada house looked up in shock.

"Khushi!"

She crouched down and held her right hand as tears streamed down her face.

Arnav's heart stopped for a moment and then he bent down to her and asked urgently.

"Kya huya Khushi? Tumne kyun chilaiya? Khushi' Khushi tum roh kyun rahi ho? Kya huya hain? Kuch bolo damn it!"

"Woh' woh hum aap ke liye kheer bana rahe the aur uske paas garam tel ki kadhai bhi thi. Hume pata hi nahi chala ki.. ki humne galat kadhai mein haath doobaya," she finished while choking on her tears.

"Par Khushi tumhe garam tel ki kya zaroorat thi? Tum toh kheer bana rahi thi na?"

"Jiji' woh hume jalebi khane ka bahoot man kar raha tha, isliye humne'"

She trailed off looking guiltily at her sister.

"Yeh sab karne ki kya zaroorat thi? Tumhe kuch ho jata toh?"

Khushi's tear filled eyes grew wider as she looked at the person who had just spoken.

That person on the other hand was desperately trying to cover up his concern and quickly got up and rushed out of the door, muttering something about meetings, waste of time and stupid kheer.

Anjali stifled a giggle and took Khushi outside where her wound was dressed and taken care of.

Around twelve o' clock in the afternoon, Anjali came up to Khushi to tell her that she, Nani and Payal were going to the mandir for a couple of hours.

"Aapko bhi lekar chalet par aapko abhi aram ki zaroorat hain."

Khushi smiled at her and proceeded towards the poolside.

"Chote, hum sab mandir jaa rahe hain. Do ghante mein wapas aa jayenge. Par K-"

Before she could finish her sentence Arnav had said bye and had immediately cut the call.

Anjali shook her head at her brother's impatience and asked the driver to start the car.

Meanwhile, Khushi had fallen asleep on the chair beside the pool and when she finally woke up, she felt her stomach grumble. She got up and started walking towards the kitchen when a most astounding sight greeted her eyes.

Arnav was peering into the kitchen before he cautiously stepped in; all the while making sure that no one was watching. He placed a box on the counter and then quietly walked made his way out of the house.

Curiosity gripped her as she waited with baited breath for the sound of the car starting. As soon as she was sure that he had left, she ran into the kitchen and opened the box.

Her eyes almost dropped out of their sockets when she realized what was inside.

Dozens on golden jalebis, piping hot and drenched in sugary sweetness.

After her initial shock had worn off, tears formed in her eyes and she gazed lovingly at the gesture from her husband.

She picked up one and bit into it, enjoying its crunchy sweetness. After licking her fingers thoroughly, a mischievous glint came into her eyes.

Itne dino se aap Khushi Kumari Gupta ke saath panga leh rahe the. Lekin ab yahan Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada khadi hain. Usse panga lenge toh bohot bhari paregi. Ab kya karenge aap Arnavji? Hum bhi aap ko chod ne wale nahi hain.

With that she gave her trademark giggle and skipped up the stairs.

PRECAP

"Di, humari Arnavji se jhagda ho gaya hain. Hum unke kamre mein nahi rahenge. Aaj raat se hum Naniji keh saath soyenge."

She turned slightly to catch a glimpse of her fuming husband and folded her arms resolutely.

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