Arnav & khushi On their way to Happily Ever After - Page 19

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FF: Arnav and Khushi On their way to Happily ever after

Chapter 10

An hour or so later, after a magnificent dinner, a doctor visited both patients and declared them both stable. They would be kept overnight to ensure there was no concussion. Nani and Buaji decided to stay over and insisted that everyone else, including a very reluctant Aakash, go home.

The goodbyes were said. Jijaji, Mamiji and Mamaji went back in their own car, leaving Khushi and Arnavji to return in their own, after dropping Ammaji home.

Both were utterly silent on the way, acutely aware of one another but too wrapped up to actually attempt to communicate. Khushi eyed him from beneath her lashes; his expression was unreadable. It gave her no idea of his thoughts and made her nervous.

She determined that he wasn't going to say anything, so spent rest of her trip taking deep breaths to brace herself for the upcoming confrontation.

Because whether he wanted it or not, she was confronting him tonight. He couldn't just ignore their child and declare their contract fulfilled. This time, she would talk even if she had to yell it from across the room.

By the time they reached home, she was fairly seething with righteous anger, quite determined to win this battle.

The rest of their family had already retired so they didn't linger in the living room but headed straight up stairs.

Readying herself, Khushi stepped inside her room and sat on the bed. He threw his coat on the seat and headed for the washroom, completely spoiling the dramatic effect she was going for.

Which was just as well because her throat was suddenly dry and she glugged down water in a hurry. It wouldn't do to lose her voice in the middle of her impassioned speech.

Arnavji came out, looking quite determined and no more refreshed than he had before he'd gone to the washroom. It made no sense. Why go in there if you weren't going to refresh? She would remember to question him on that once they got their 'big talk' out of the way.

While she was ordering her thoughts, Arnavji had paced in front of her at least thrice and now stopped right in front of her. His eyes strangely dull, his mouth a grim slash, he faced her. 'Khushi''

That instant, she knew what he was going to say and as per her promise, she overran his words, jumping up and got her speech out.

'Nahi Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, pehlay ap ko hmari baat sunni paray gi. App ye nahi kr sktay, hm ap ko bta rhay hain. Ap is shadi ko contract smjhtay hongay pr kisi ke kehnay sa koi rishta toot nahi jata''

'Khushi'' he sounded a little overwhelmed.

'Hmain kehnay dain. Ap ka hukam chalta hoga apnay office me' pr hm bhe Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada hain,' she emphasized the last extension to her name, holding up her mangla sutra, 'Is rishtay main hmara bhe utna he haq hai jitna aap ka ha.'

'Aur ab ap ye kaisay kar saktay hai?' she threw the question in his shocked face, coming nose-to-nose with him.

He blinked rather rapidly, 'Kia kaisay kr skta hun?' He inquired.

'Ab jb ke hm ap ke bachay se pregnant hain? Ap hm se divorce kaisay kr sktay hain?' She cried, completely frustrated at his lack of understanding for her desperate condition.

'Pregnant?' He shook his head, 'Khushi''

'Nahi,' she interrupted him again, determined not to let him go until she'd said every word she wanted to. Dimly, she noticed that he was looking at her a little strangely. But then, that was nothing new; he never merited her exceptional intellectual abilities. 'Ap ko apnay annay walay betay ke qasm, ap aisa hargiz nahi karain gay.'

'Beta? Khushi meri baat suno'' he began.

'Dekhian hm jantay hain ka ap ne ye sb sirf De ke lia kia; hm smjhtay hain. Pr hm ne nahi kaha tha ke hmain pregnant kr den!'

He choked on whatever he'd been about to say, his face red. 'What?'

'Aur contract me pregnancy ke koi baat nahi the, is lia wo contract ab hmari halat pe nahi lagta.' Ha, ab btaia. Sirf ap he nahi jisey business krna aata ha!

'Khushi, do you really believe'?' He shook his head, inexplicably grinning, 'Do you even know what you're talking about?'

'Sb pta ha hmain!' She declared loftily, annoyed that he was mocking her.

'Oh really?' He said, his eyes half mast and his voice deeper than before. For some reason, that had her going on high alert. Nothing good ever came about when he looked at her like that.

She suddenly became blindingly aware of the fact that she was standing toe-to-toe with Arnavji and her back was to the bed. If he decided to corner her, as he often did, she would fall on the bed and him on top.

She hurriedly backed off. Or tried to. His hand was latched onto her arm, pulling close so that she was almost flush with his body. She swallowed, heart in her throat.

'Kia pta ha?' he half whispered, his breath feathering over her ear, making her shiver. She realized how close they were.

'D-ddekhian, ap h-hmain chor dain'' she said, struggling to keep her thoughts coherent. It was hard to think with him so close, his breath brushing her ear and neck. Aur hm isi lia aj itni preshani hain. That thought spurred her and her voice strengthened. 'Aik dafa ho gia so ho gia, ab bar bar ap hmaray sath aisa nahi kr sktay''

He pulled his head back, to her immense relief. He was frowning, though he still looked mildly amused. 'Kia nahi kr skta?'

Must he make her say everything? She closed her eyes, feeling the heat climbing up her neck, 'H-hmain dobara se p-pregnant'' She was sure some time had to pass before the first baby arrived but twins bhe to hotay hain na.

He laughed. She informed him about the direness of their situation and its consequences and he laughed!

She wanted to stamp her foot. Right on his too-handsome, irritating, laughing face.

Her fierce glare finally had his effect and he stopped. Barely. He put his hand over his mouth to hide his grin but his eyes were crinkled, so she knew he was still making fun of her.

Finally, he cleared his throat and asked politely, 'So, tmharay khayal se tm is lia pregnant ho kun k mai tumharay tmharay qareeb aya?'

It was obvious he was mocking her.

Khushi had a moment of doubt but she ruthlessly quashed it. She knew how much pleasure Arnavji took in making her uncomfortable; she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

Arnavji looked at her, laughter and something else lurking in his eyes as she thought of an appropriately witty reply.

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Arnav watched Khushi struggle with a comeback and tried to refrain from laughing again. It was just that'she is so innocent.

Only his Khushi would think that one got pregnant by close, completely nonsexual proximity.

If it were any other girl, he would've thought she was acting but Khushi, he could believe. She would have even crazier ideas regarding other matters of marriage and he had no doubt he would be endlessly entertained by them. He would love to have the time to ferret out those ideas and then, lovingly, set them right.

One thing was obvious, though: she didn't want a divorce. Not because of him but because of their supposed child.

For a moment, he was tempted to let her run around thinking she was carrying his babe (damn if the idea didn't make him feel extremely possessive) but he couldn't. That would make him no better than that Shyam, lying to her and using her.

So, that was out of the question. He would just have to make sure she understood that she wasn't bound to him and then hope she still wanted to stay.

But just because he was going to be honest with her didn't mean he wasn't going to use everything to his advantage.

So, while she was silently struggling, he moved towards her, capturing her between the bed and himself.

He knew the moment all thoughts of replying flew out of her mind; her eyes widened and her breath hitched. For every step he took towards her, she backed up until her legs touched the foot of their bed. He didn't stop until they were almost touching.

Instinctively, she backed again and stumbled. He caught her and pulled her in; their eyes met and held.

*Rabba Ve*

Everything suspended, all movement stopped. There was no one but them in that moment. Her breath came hard, her fingers clenched about his hand, her pulse fluttering.

He lost his focus for a moment or two, drunk on her beauty and her proximity. He wondered what she would do if he kissed her. Faint, probably. She had an unfortunate tendency to do that. Still, it might be a good idea to try it'

Some dim voice in his head said that he wasn't going to use her and that meant he shouldn't use their mutual attraction to serve his purpose but that was a very small voice. The larger part of his brain was too committed on the task on hand to remember anything else.

He leaned closer, until their lips almost brushed. Her eyes closed, her lashes casting crescent shadows on her cheeks and she leaned forward, almost completing the embrace and he tightened his hand to pull her the rest of the way in'

His cell phone rang.

That threw cold water on his passion, effectively destroying moment he'd had. He turned away, cursing, and looked around for the damned thing.

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