hi every body this is a short OS, on the current track, this is about the day after the infarmous Iwedding, that no one got invited to. I dont want khushi to be a doormat, she not that type of girl. i love the spirited khushi and we all know so does Arnav and ASR. so i have made them lock horns again. do enjoy
place your comments and hit the like button. this piece of work is an original, so please do not imitate the prose. or copy it and claim as you own.Had her naive heart been wrong this time as well, but if he didn't love her he could simply have told her so. Why this strange 6 month marriage, why torture her with his presence and make it more difficult for her to forget him. Khushi had cried bitterly. All he had told her was the in front of the family they would behave like a couple madly in love with each other, but behind closed doors they would be strangers. She had tried to grab his arm pleading to tell her the reason for all this. But he had only pushed her away his face twisted in contempt, stating that he hated the sight of her, and he only wanted this 6 months to pass so that he could be rid of her.
She had sat of the floor and sobbed, while he tossed and turned in bed. Neither of them at peace. He with his decision she with her unanswered torment. When she woke up in the morning her legs were cramped and her back ached. She stretched to loosen the cramped mussels and looked around the room, Arnav was gone.
She sat on the chair wondering what was she suppose to do now. Her hasty marriage had left her ill prepared, she had nothing to her name besides the cloths on her back. she needed to shower and change. Maybe she should go and borrow a saree from Jiji. Deciding to do just that she opened the door only, to find Hari Prakash with his hand in the air about to knock.
He flushed, "Oh! Babiji sorry," he gave her a sympathetic smile. "But this has come from your house, Your Buaji had sent this with Happyji."
"Thank your Hari Prakashji." She said trying to blink back tears. She had shamed her family, and she knew they didn't want anything to do with her. But she was touched that they cared enough to sent her things.
"Babhiji, please don't call me Hari Prakashji. It is not proper for the malekin of the house to refer to me as 'ji'." He said shyly.
"Please don't say that Hari Prakashji, I am still the same Khushi. So what if I am now married to your Arnav Bahiya, I will only give you the respect you deserve, no less." She told him kindly.
He grinned and left. Closing the door she opened her bags she saw that her Amma and Buaji had send all her clothes but had left out a old suits that she wore, probably presuming that those were not suitable for the bahu of the Raizada family. She sighed and took out the orange saree she had worn on teej. And went to the bathroom.
She made her way downstairs hesitantly and stopped at the foot of the stairs wondering what she was suppose to do now. She looked around looking for Arnav but he was nowhere is sight. Nani and Mamiji were in the hall drinking tea. When Mami sported her, she cackled, "oh! The master mind Gupta sister part 2, has decided to grace us with her presence, welcome, welcome Phait saree, do we need to greet you with flowers too."
"Manorama!" Nani rebuked.
Khushi pulled the palue of the saree over her head and walked towards the two women, and first touched Nani's feet. She received a cold "sada suhagan raho." She then touched Mamiji feet and only got an annoyed "huum" for her efforts.
Khushi stood there looking at her feet. "Have you received the bags your Buaji sent." Nani inquired politely.
"Yes Hari Prakashji delivered them to my room this morning."
"Payal is preparing her first dish in this house. I know you should too, but under the circumstanced it would be better if you didn't perform this ritual."
"Very right Sasu ma, Khushi is not out accepted Bahu."
Khushi eyes stung with tears. She had lost all respect in front of the Raizada family. Fearing she would start sobbing again she rushed back to her room. On her way up she encounter her husband. They stopped and stared at each other, his eyes were cold and hard, and hers were full accusation. Unable to see that look in her eyes that were swimming in tears, he passed by her without a word.
Khushi felt disheartened, everyone was angry with her and she had no idea why. As hurt, and angry tears ran down her cheek. She didn't go down for breakfast, as she was unable to face her new family. Anjali had been kind to send her meals to her room with Om Prakash.
After having the breakfast of delicious alu parhatas with curd and a pot of tea, she felt better. She was tired of moping around feeling sorry for herself. She was married, but it was a sham of a marriage. And she had only 6 months. The man she married would not tell he why he married her in this manner and why the 6 month condition. Khushi didn't care anymore everything she loved she had lost. But for 6 months she would make his life difficult, she could never hurt him, she loved him too much to do that. But she would make sure that even if he would hate her, she was not going to allow him to ignore her. She was going to be his wife for 6 months. She would be the dutiful wife in front of the world, but his worst nightmare behind closed doors.
He started this game she would finish it. she wiped of her tears and jumped of the bed and got to work. She made a list of the things she needed and went to Anjali, "Di?" she said hesitantly .
"Yes Khushiji." She asked kindly. "Did you need something?"
Khushi smiled at least one kind face and voice giving the much needed strength she needed. "Please call me Khushi Di, I am now your younger sister."
Anjali nodded, "you will still not explain why." She said with a resigned sigh.
Khushi shook her head her eyes misting, so all she said was "Di? I need some things, with everything that happened I was not prepared, I need to go outside for an Hour, if it's ok?"
"It's ok Khushi, if I can help with anything please let me know."
Khushi smiled and left. Returning she got to work in their room smiling for the first time in hours as she went to work, on the room. Finally satisfied she took out a film magazine, made herself comfortable on the bed and started flipping through it keeping an eye on the clock.
Arnav returned home from work, it was nearly 9 o'clock, he took a deep breath he had thought that by going to the office he could avoided Khushi but all through the day he had been trouble with her thoughts, the face, her eyes haunted him every waking minute. He hoped she was asleep by now, but he had no such luck.
As he opened the door Khushi was sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard flipping through a magazine. He stopped in his tracks stunned, "what the..?"
Khushi on his bed is not what stunned him but the state of his room. He had hot pink curtains on his windows. Gone were his sterile white sheets and blue bed cover in its place were floral sheets and deep orange bed cover. His shelves and table had numerous nicks knacks all sorts made of shells, and glass. His dressing table was covered with an array of perfume bottles and cream and makeup pots, bangles stands and bindis.
"What the hell is this?" He fumed at her.
"My things. Since I have to live here for the next 6 months I will be needing my things." She said with a shrugged.
"But you have changed my entire room." He yelled.
Heaving a sigh she stood up, and spoke slowly like she was trying to explain to a child, "look since I have to live here in this room with you in your house I need to have things that I use every day. And for that I need space to keep them, so I have utilised all this empty space. It's not like you have that many things, really." She shook her head in disgust, "really you partially live like a hermit."
"You use all this staff every day?" he inquired pointing at the covered dressing table.
"Yes just some perfume, make up, my bangles and bindies, and body creams, that's all." Arnav visibly swallowed at the mention of body creams as a vision of Khushi rubbing the lotion into her skin invaded his mind. "That's all!!!!" he croaked out.
"And what of this curtains and sheets." He pointed at the offending materiel.
She smiled, "your room was so sterile like it was a hotel room or something. So i gave it a womans touch." She looked around the room pleased, "nice na?"
"Bakwase."
"Whatever, its going to stay like this for the next 6 months, so get used to it." she said dismissively. "And another thing I am not sleeping on the floor or the couch. We can share the bed. Besides I hate sleeping alone."
"WHA WHA WHAT?!!! Your sleeping on my bed with me? No bloody way." He was having difficulty keeping away form her thoughts. He would be doomed if he had to sleep in the same bed with her.
She frowned. Then with a sly look in her eyes she said, "Why Mr. Raizada are you scared to be in the same bed with me. You know it's not the first time, though technically, we didn't not sleep in it. Or!? Are you sacred you will not be able to keep your hands to yourself." She smiled slyly her voice full of a challenge.
He snorted, "You wish. I wouldn't touch you with a 20 foot pole and someone held a gun to my head." he huffed, what he really wanted was to kiss her senseless and touch every delectable inch of her. What the hell was wrong with him, this was the woman who was having an affair with his brother in law, she was the woman who wanted to destroy his sister home.
"Good then, that will not be a problem." She said triumphantly, beaming up at him.
Not knowing what else to say he said, "whatever," and went to his wardrobe and pulled the doors open, his mouth falling open. Along with his shirts and suits were an array of colourful sarees, and dupatas and suits. Which occupied more the half the cupboard space. With a growl for frustration he pulled out his sweater and track pants. He gave her a furious glare and went to the bathroom.
Khushi smiled and counted, "one, two, three..."
The door opened and Arnav stepped out his face red with fury and embarrassment, he clutched something things in his hand. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" he yelled throwing the things in his hand on the bed.
Khushi calmly looked at the items on the bed, a lacy pink bra and panties and a packet of sanitary napkins. She bit the inside of the lip to keep from laughing and the flabbergasted look on his face.
"These things are self explanatory don't you think, but just in case." She picked up the lacy pink bra with her forefinger and thumb and waved it in front of his face. "This is a..."
Arnav turned even more red, he knocked her hand away. "I know what it is. What I want to know what are they doing on the shower stall in my bathroom."
"Drying." She said matter of fact manner. Then picked up the packed, "and these are essential women products."
Arnav ran an aspirated hand through his hair, "what is it doing in my bathroom cupboard with all that other crap." He said thinking of the array of shower gels and floral shampoo and things he didn't know what they were.
"These things are kept in the bathroom. You surly don't want me to keep this on the dressing table." She indicated the packet in her hands.
"That it! I've had enough, I want all your things out of my room and bathroom." He yelled.
" Ok, fine then, YOU put them out in the corridor, and explain to the family why my things are outside, for every Tom, Dick and Harry to touch." An image of Shayam handling Khushi lacy pink bra, made his blood boil, no way in hell was that man touching any thing that belonged to Khushi, things that touched her in the most intimate places he could only dream of he gulped.
He looked at Khushi who sat on the bed unconcerned and he had a suspicious feeling that she was enjoying his discomfort. "YOU" he pointed at her, "you're doing this purpose, and you bloody well don't deny It." he yelled shaking with rage.
Khushi got up slowly from the bed and walked towards him, stalked him really. She stopped when she was toe to toe with him barely inches separated their bodies. She gave a slow smug smile but her eyes were hard. "You remember Mr. Raizada you made me sign a contract when I joined your office, a fifteen day clause." She smirked not unlike him. "And you said to me "welcome to hell" remember" she looked him straight in the eye, "once again you have made a contract with me, this time 6 months of my life with you, as your wife in the eyes of the world, but living with you as your wife."
She took a deep breath and ran her eyes over his handsome face "Now you brought me here. But say 'hello' Mr. Raizada because I've brought Hell with me."
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