Hello guys! =)
One of the best things about this forum has to be the short stories I find here! whenever I have a bad day, or just need a quick pick-me-up, i read the fiction that the members of this forum write, and I love every single one of them! I decided that I wanted to write one as well. I'll be updating this whenever I have the chance (please bear with me. I usually start stories, and take forever to finish them).
Also please note that although I could write in hindi, I decided to write the dialogues in English, just so it's easier for everyone to read. Please comment! And give me suggestions! I read all comments and take suggestions into great consideration!
Happy reading,
-Bibbo
CHAPTER 1
Arnav knew he was running out of time.
His time with Khushi was coming to an unceremonious ending, way earlier than his intended 6 months... and all because of his ego. "dammit!" he exclaimed, while tearing his vest off his chest, and throwing it on the bed.
Just a few minutes earlier, he had once again seen Jeejaji trying to chat up his wife in the kitchen, where Khushi had gone to make him some unsweetened kheer. In an effort to try at hand at romancing her, he had decided to go down to the kitchen himself, and maybe grab her around the waist. He'd seen Akash do that to Payal, and she'd blushed. He figured since Payal and Khushi were sisters, Khushi would enjoy that too.
While he descended down the stairs, he folded his sleeves up, and loosened his neck. He'd seen Payal lean her head back and settle herself by Aakash's neck, and he wanted to be prepared in case Khushi, too, would do the same, for a man could hope.
However, just as he was about to step into the kitchen, he heard Jeejaji telling Khushi to forget him:
Shayam, tries to get near Khushi and says, "KhushiJi, you and I both know that I love you, so why are you rejecting my love?"
Irrigated by his adamant behavior, Khushi finally decides to set him straight, "listen jeejaji. You are Di's husband. In case you do not understand what that means, let me remind you that your ONLY rishta with me is that you are MY husband's sister's patidev. Do you understand how distantly related we are? It would be best if you finally get that through your head, and leave me alone, before I tell my husband - whom i adore a LOT - how much you've harassed me in the past."
Smirking his creepy grin, Shaym retorted back with "but KhushiJi, you've underestimated the power I have. Had you had the capabilities to make Saale-saab understand you, you would still not have misunderstandings between the two of you. I've done a good job of poisoning him against you, and made him believe that you want me just as much as I want you. Why else do you think he made you marry him? I realized this that day during Holi when you were close to confessing to NaniJi and RaaniSahiba. In case you haven't noticed, I have the upper hand in your relationship, and you will be mine one day KhushiJi. Soon, you will be mine!" and with that Shayam left the kitchen from the opposite entrance.
Feeling the blood drain from her head, Khushi felt lightheaded! Arnav, too frozen from the confession from his jeejaJi's mouth, could not move, and so stood standing by the entrance, watching his wife, his beautiful, sexy, paagal wife panic.
Oh DeviMaiyya! How could she be so stupid? During the past few days, she kept seeing the old Arnav. Her Laad Governor who had once again forgotten how to smile, and would hold her with punishing hands, had once again softened with her, and she had foolishly started to dream again.
Oh silly her! Muttering to herself, she grabbed the ingredients for jalebis while the unsweetened kheer for her husband cooked. "Hai Devimaiyya, why did you do this? I thought after I applied kumkum on you on Holi, you and I were friends again! Then why are you back at giving me a hard time? I really thought everything was going to be okay between ArnavJi and me. But if what jeejaji has said is true, then I really cant stay here any more. Even though NaaniJi and Di have accepted me as the bahu, how can I live knowing that Arnavji thought I would not only be in love with ShaymJi, but would want to break apart Di's shaadi-shuda zindagi?"
With that, Khushi started to make her jalebis, and Arnav, after listening to everything he could possibly manage to hear that day, left just as quietly as he had come, and once again went back to the haven he called his room.
"What the HELL was I thinking?! I should have given her a chance to speak and defend herself" Arnav paced all along the length of his room, and waited for Khushi to come to the room. He knew she would eventually come, and he needed her in their room so they could talk. He feared that if he went downstairs, either or both of them wouldn't be able to keep their emotions in check, and everyone would find out about the circumstances that they married in.
after about 20 minutes of pacing, and 20 minutes of coming up with an idea, the door to his - no, THEIR - room opened, and in walked the woman of his dreams.. with a look of sheer determination she first handed him his kheer, and then said, "we have to talk."
When Arnav didn't respond back immediately, Khushi took a step further, and another, until she was merely an inch away from him, "I have to leave you. Please, please, PLEASE let me go", she said with pleading eyes.
Arnav wasn't surprised. He figured she would say something like that. He also knew that to keep Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizaada with him, he had to play dirty. And dirty he could do.
Keeping the kheer aside, he folded his arms across his chest and tried not to smirk: "fine. When did you want to leave?"
Khushi: "Really?! You'll really let me go?" she wasn't sure what surprised her the most: his eager tone to set her free, or the fact that she was so hurt by his quick dismissal of her.
Arnav: "of course Khushi, if you want to go, you go baby - "
"Really?!" she repeated again.
Arnav: " - yep. You can go as soon as you'd like. But before you go, you owe me 300 Rupees. As you said, I'm a man who likes to play business-business. How can I let you go without getting my money back in full? With interest?"
Upon seeing her dumbstruck face, he elaborated, "Now, I know you probably don't have the money to pay me back yet, but I have a suggestion. You stay with me, as my wife - in my bed this time - until you find your means to return the money to me. For those 300 rupees, you will have to do as I say. After the price has been paid, you're free to go."
Saying this without bursting out laughing was a hard task, but he did it flawlessly. Now that he had her where he'd wanted her, the next step, he realized, wouldn't be a challenge. Now that he knew she was innocent, and upon listening to her semi-confession to her DeviMaiyya, he knew he had her. Now he just had to prove it to both of them.
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