FF: Arnav and Khushi On their way to Happily ever after
Epilogue
Shyam was arrested and placed in jail while his lawyer fought for him. Arnav hired the best prosecuters money could buy to ensure that they would get him the maximum sentence. He also had De sign the divorce papers and then had them delivered to Shyam's cell.
It was a vengeful action, perhaps, but he then he was a vengeful man.
He also arranged for a family trip to Bali, after hearing Khushi's stupid (but cute) contingency plan; to surprise her and somewhat make up for his mistakes, he also planned a private wedding ceremony, particapted in by all their family members so that Khushi's family could give her away with their blessings.
So now, Ammaji, Buaji and Payal took Khushi away to their honeymoon suite and he was left alone to contemplate what it would mean to finally, truly, make Khushi his wife.
DHAK DHAK, DHAK DHAK'
He'd managed to refrain from touching her (too much) and taking it too far but barely. But tonight, there would be no holding back'
It was then that panic set in.
He couldn't breathe, his heart beat so fast he was sweating by simply standing and his ears whistled. He downed several glasses of water without the slightest change, and then paced the length of the main hall.
It was imperative, absolutely imperative, that he perform exceptionally tonight. What if I can't??? He swallowed. No, I must'
It was his deep dark secret but ASR, owner of AR Company, the most eligible bachelor of the year and the man sophisticated society craved' he was as much of a virgin as his Khushi.
At first, it had been because he'd been too driven to make his name and avenge himself to be distracted. Later, he'd simply not been interested. Everyone assumed that he'd been sexually involved in Lawanya but truth was, he'd simply played along with her because she'd kept petty fortune hunters and other such dangerous ladies away from him.
The most he'd done was a chaste kiss and a few hugs.
But tonight' his stomach knotted in tension anew and he started pacing faster.
Someone patted his shoulder and he realized with a jolt that Aaskash was pacing along side him. He was also saying something. 'Excuse me?'
'Me ne kaha k Bhai, nervous hona bilkul normal baat hai.' Aakash said.
'Nervous? Kon nervous? Main to nervous nahi hun'' Arnav stopped and picked another glass of water, 'I'm fine, perfectly fine.'
Aakash hid his grin, then put out a hand to stop him from glugging more water. 'Green tea lain, wo relax krti hai.'
'I said I'm fine, dammit!' he snapped, putting the glass down and running his fingers through his hair agitatedly. Then, 'Waqai relax krti ha?'
Aakash nodded and handed him a cup. Arnav took a big sip then choked. It was hot! He took a more careful sip, forcing himself to breathe deeper. To his surprise, he did feel relaxed. He eyed the cup thoughtfully, 'Aakash' Khushi ke lia bhe green tea bhijwa do.'
Aakash smiled knowingly and went away. Arnav leaned against the numerous tables littering the hall and sipped his green tea thoughtfully.
He was unnecessarily worrying himself. So what if he hadn't ever had sex before? That didn't mean he couldn't do it. He was ASR, dammit and he did what he wanted. And if he wanted to have sex with his wife, then he would damn well have it!
NK's loud and completely annoying 'Nannav!' rang in the hall. His head snapped up as NK sauntered up to him, a mischevious grin lighting his face. 'Umm'mmn' He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned beside him. 'How're you feeling, hmm?'
Arnav raised his eyebrows; NK ignored him, 'You know, Nannav, Khushi Bhabhi to aik dm' wo kia kehtay hian' chust lag rahi hian!'
'Chust nahi mast, NK bhaiya,' Aakash's amused voice floated in as he walked back in.
'Oh, right, sorry! Mast lg rhe hain!'
'Shut up, NK.' Arnav snapped.
'Chillax Nannav' you'll do great!' He winked and patted his shoulder before moving away. Aakash shook his head, smiled at Arnav and followed him out.
Arnav drained the teacup and was about to leave as well when Mama called, 'Arnav bitwa, zara aik minute. Tm se kuch baat krne hai.'
He was sure he heard a giggle somewhere but no one else was in sight. 'Je?'
'Aik minute, aik minute, itni bhe ka jaldi hai, hmm?' Mama seated himself comfortably in front of him. 'Wo ka ha na k tm bhe hmara batay ke tra ho; jahan Aakash bitwa, wahin tm. Aisn me hmri duty hwat ke tmko'o ka kehtay hain?... han, guide kren.'
There was something in his tone that raised Arnav's guard. 'Guide kren? Ks cheez ke baray me?'
'Aray suhag ke bara ma, aur ka?' Mama winked, 'Tmra walid to ha koi nahi' to ab ye kam hmari sr he aya na'' he nodded wisely; then continued talking'
About sex, coitus interruptus, sudden erectile dysfunction and gods knew what else, all of it in Hindi, all of it derived straight from the Kama Sutra.
Arnav wished he could pull his ears out. He so did not want to hear he might lose his erection during sex.
And he so did not want imagine his Mama having sex with'ugh!
'Enough!' He nearly yelled, stopping Mamaji midway. 'We are not having this talk, ever!' This is it!
Mama burst out laughing but Arnav didn't stay to hear one more word. He marched towards the stairs that would lead him to the honeyroom suite, where Khushi waited.
Mama called behind him, 'Bitwa thora shaant ho jao, aise cheezon me ziada jaldi nahi karte''
Aarrrgh! He marched faster, anything to get away from this weirdness'
It was suddenly very hot. He loosened his tie. As he started climbing, the heat increased, so he loosened his coat buttons as well, and opened the shirt's collar. A few moments later, he also opened the cuffs.
There! At least now he could breathe easier'
'or not!
Standing outside his doorway were De, Nani, Mami, Buaji and Ammaji, talking and giggling in a way that made him wary. He was about to turn around when Mami caught sight of him.
She whispered something and they all burst into giggles again. He suddenly realized how his appearance might be construed.
His first instinct was to back off before he could be more traumatized by having Mami, Nani or god forbid, De give him tips about sex.
But they looked like they were expecting him to do exactly that. Am I that transparent? He wondered; well, he was also Arnav Singh Raizada and Arnav Singh Raizada didn't run away from trouble or uncomfortable sex talks. So, he leaned a shoulder against the wall and lounged like he had no worries in the world.
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A few minutes earlier'
Khushi's heart fluttered like a butterfly as Ammaji and Buaji set her on the seej and backed out. She was left alone to ponder what would happen next.
Strange thoughts whirled around in her head, thoughts of Arnavji standing so close that their breaths mingled and their lips touched'
She swallowed, her palms sweaty and heart going DHAK DHAK, DHAK DHAK again. It was most unnerving.
She looked around the room, wondering if she could grab the glass without destroying the arrangement of her lehnga. The door opened and Jiji walked in.
'Khushi'' she smiled, handing her a glass of water. Khushi drained it gratefully.
Payal sat in front of her, careful of her lehnga. 'Khushi, hm tjh se kuch kehna chatay hain''
'Jiji phelay hmain tm se kuch poochna hia'' Khushi said but Jiji said, 'Nahi, pehlay hmari baat sun lo, phr poochna. Aur beech me mt rokna''
Then she went on to explain in very vague and diffused terms about suhag and its implications.
Khushi heard it all with a disbelieving frown. Surely, Jiji was joking. That wasn't even possible' was it? She opened her mouth to comment on it when'
There was knock and De walked in with a cup.
'Ye len Khushiji, Chotay ne ap ke lia green tea bhijwai hai.' De was grinning widely and winked at Jiji before going outside. She didn't close the door, though and Khushi watched in increasing dismay as Naniji, Mamiji, Ammaji and Buaji along with De gathered in front of her door.
They started talking amongst themselves, occasionally throwing her sly looks, and bursting into giggles. Jiji patted her hand, 'Han Khushi, ab pucho kia puchna ha.'
Khushi took a sip of green tea; her question had been answered, agr Jiji sahi keh rahi hai. Truth be told, she still had doubts but sirf qareeb anay se pregnancy nahi hoti'
Well, at least she'd been right in her assumption that something big had to happen before pregnancy could occur. She was still a little fuzzy on the details of how exactly it would happen (Jiji could only say so much without blushing), though.
There was a loud commotion outside, with lots of whispers and giggles and De leaned in to call Jiji outside.
Jiji patted her hand again, took the green tea and left, along with the others.
That was when Khushi realized the commotion had been about her pati's arrival.
Her heart jumpstarted and started racing and she couldn't lift her eyes. Of their own accord, her fingers tightened into fists, anticipation ricocheting miles high.
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All of his doubts, his worries fled as he stood in the doorway, gazing at his patni.
*Rabba Ve*
She's beautiful' he sighed like a silly romantic, leaning against the doorframe and just looking at her. She was gorgeous, replesendent in the red wedding dress, her lehnga spread out, her hands resting on her knees.
Not resting, no, curled into tight little fists; she wasn't looking up at him but her breaths were harsh.
She's nervous; he realized and felt his mouth curve in a predatory grin. He was an evil, evil man because the thought of Khushi's nervousness turned him on.
He shut the door behind with a snip, his eyes trained on Khushi. She flinched when the door shut.
He locked the door delibrately; her breath hitched. He leaned against the doorframe again, simply looking at her as the tension inside the room notched higher. He stayed like that for few more minutes, enjoying the way her breathing pattern changed from merely harsh to panting outright.
'Khushi, mere taraf nahi dekho gi?' He asked softly.
She slowly raised her head, her eyes barely lifting. He smiled, letting her see what he felt for her. Her breath hitched and her eyes dropped again.
He slowly stalked forward, feeling a predator playing with his prey.
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DHAK DHAK, DHAK DHAK
He was coming towards her. Each echoing footstep brought him closer; she felt it in the increasing pressure upon her heart. It beat faster with each step until'
His shadow, diffused in the dim, romantic light of their suite, fell across her. He was almost overhead and'
She closed her eyes to calm herself. It didn't help; if anything, closing her eyes attuned her all the more to his movements. She felt it when he stretched his arm to touch her.
Her eyes snapped open, her breath harsh. 'Kia hua Khushi? Tm itni preshan kiun ho?' He asked languidly, caressing her cheek. He was thoroughly enjoying this.
That thought made her speak, though her voice wouldn't cooperate.
'A-aap''
'Han m-main'' he gently mocked her, his fingers sliding towards her ears and down her neck, gently tracing her jewellery.
She swallowed, unable to make her throat work. His touch had elicited a delicious tremor that made her tremble and her eyes slid shut, as her hands lifted of their own accord.
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Arnav watched, mesmerized, as Khushi's eyes closed and a blissful shiver wracked her frame and her fingers grasped his hand. She's beautiful'
He eyed the complicated pieces of jewellery she wore thoughtfully. They have to go, he decided, starting with'her fingers tightened and her rings and bangles scraped against his skin' these!
He sat on the bed, slightly behind her, so that she couldn't see him. She stiffened when he slid an arm around her waist, his chest brushing her back. She blinked in confusion.
'A-arnavji''
'Shh'' he whispered, letting his breath fan her ear, his fingers tightening on hers. She shivered and leaned back against him.
He lifted her left hand slowly so that each ring and each bangle glittered in the soft light. Carefully, he guided her right hand so that it rested on the other.
'Apne rings utaro'' he murmured softly, deliberately caressing her palm and fingers as he did so. He tightened his grip a little and she moved. She tried to pull off the ring but he stopped her, then made her repeat the process more slowly, so that each time she removed a ring, her own hands caressed her.
Her breath notched higher as she stared at their held hands, transfixed.
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She couldn't believe what Arnavji was making her do. Although she was taking of the rings herself, but his hands were wrapped around hers, guiding them and every time she moved, his fingers caressed her.
It was highly erotic. And combined with the way he was holding her, so intimately'
She'd faint before this was over'
He kissed the tip of her ear. Her heart stopped for a moment, then started racing double time. She tried to move but he tightened his grip, moving her hand towards her wrist to take off the bangles next.
She tightened her fingers around one of them and started to pry it off; his hands tightened again, forcing her to slow down as he caressed her, his breath moving from her ear to her neck and back again. Her neck arched of its own accord as her eyes closed'
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Damn those bangles!
Arnav wasn't sure how to take them off without hurting her or scraping her tender skin. Dammit, kia zarurat the itna kuch pehnay ke?
His plan was to make her so lost in pleasure, she wouldn't notice the slight pain. He just hoped it would work, please let it work!
She arched her neck as if in invitation and well, she didn't need to ask twice ' he was more than ready to give. He bent his head and traced his lips up along the column of her neck, placing a soft kiss on her jaw and then, on her temple.
She turned her head towards him, her lips parted. Her eyes opened slowly and met his'
*Rabba Ve*
Everything else ceased to exist; just the two of them, suspended in the profundity of the moment. Their breaths mingled as he leaned in to, finally, claim her.
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*Rabba Ve*
Khushi was drowning; that was how she felt, looking into Arnavji's eyes ' eyes that were glowing with love and passion as he leaned in. She copied him, intent on ultimately experiencing that mysterious something'
His lips touched hers and she' melted.
There was no other way describe the gooey, knee-weakening sensations that bombarded her. She leaned into the embrace as his arms tightened around her'
There was slight jerk and Khushi dimly realized that Arnavji had taken off her bangles.
Good, she thought dazedly'
'and then, she was too lost to care anymore.
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Three years later'
'Tell me again mai ye kiun kar raha hun.' Arnav asked his wife as she rummaged through De's stuff and he acted as a lookout.
'Kiun ke aap De se bohat piyar krte hain aur un ko khush dekhna chahtay hian,' She replied, not bothering to look up at him. 'Kahan giya, yahin hona chahiya' ha, mil gia.'
She straightened, triumphantly holding up De's cell phone.
'Shut up, Khushi!' he whispered furiously, 'jo krna hai jldi kro aur yahan se niklo''
'Kr rhe hain na'' she scanned down the contact list, ' Number note krain''
Shaking his head, Arnav took out his own cell and noted down the contact information of one Dr. Shaleen Abhaas.
'Ab chalian ya kuch aur drama krna hai?' He snapped the cell phone shut.
'Chalain!' she excitedly skipped past him' or tried to.
He grabbed her and lifted her in his arms. 'Kitni mrtba kaha hia, apni condition ka khyal karo. Tmhe samajh nahi aati?' He glared down at her.
She bent her head and played with his coat lapels, 'Aap hain na hmara khyal rkhne ke lia'' she looked up at him from beneath her lashes.
He tried to stay angry but damn if he couldn't feel his mouth curve. He satisfied himself by giving her a look that promised retribution as he carried her to their room.
If Khushi was right, then De was interested in this doctor dude and well, it was past time De got her due of happiness.
She'd given birth to a beautiful baby girl and devoted her life taking care of her, making it clear that she wasn't interested in remarrying. She was a catch, after all, with all her fortune but she hadn't shown the slightest inclination for anyone, so of course, Arnav had warned everyone off.
But now, his Khushi was telling him she'd seen De showing some interest in this doctor, so'
He'd just have to make sure the guy understood what awaited him if he hurt De. He smiled at the thought.
'Ap aisa hargiz nahi karain ge,' Khushi's voice intruded his pleasant thoughts of pummeling that doctor silly. He raised an eyebrow; she folded her arms, 'Pta ha hmain ap kia soch rahay hain.'
He had no doubts; she knew him very well. 'Tou?'
'Tou'? Ap ko smaj nahi aa rhe? De inn ko pasand krti hain''
'Tm ye kaise keh skti ho? Aur ye hai kon?'
'Sanaya k doctor, child specialist hain.' They all called De's girl Sanaya, Princess ' she had them all dancing to her whims.
'Hmm' well, agr De interested hain'' he began
'Hain na!' Khushi interjected; he glared at her and she looked down with a murmured 'sorry'.
'Tou hme uss se milna paray ga.' He finished with distaste. As far as he was concerned, there was no need for De to go anywhere but if this made De happy, he'd agree to it.
Reluctantly, he called the guy to invite him to a 'family' dinner.
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Anjali couldn't believe it.
Chotay had cornered Shaleen and was interrogating him furiously, if his gestures were anything to go by.
She rubbed her forehead and turned to her over-excited, obvious conspirator of a sister-in-law. 'Khushiji, ap ne ye kiun kia?' she asked again, a little desperate as she saw the doctor wiping his forehead.
Chotay to inn ke third degree laga den ge'
She didn't care, not really' he was only Sanaya's doctor, after all. Yeah' so why did she feel the urge to go and tell Chotay off for harassing him?
She was scared. After'Shyam (she forced herself to think his name), she'd pretty much sworn off the entire courting and marriage scenario. She had no desire to be married because she had good fortune ' been there, done that, never doing it again, thankyou very much. And all the suitors positing for her husband were only concerned with that ' and her good name. The money was what really made them see beyond her disability'
It occurred to her that she was being more cynical than even Chotay but' she had reason to be. So, no, she wasn't marrying again.
And she wasn't interested in the doc, either, even though he was the only person who hadn't attempted to court her the moment he heard of her fortune' and he was really, really nice with a really, really cute smile' with dimples'
Her eyes widened as she spied the said dimples flashing at Chotay ' to her shock, Chotay was smiling back as he chatted with Shaleen, leaning a shoulder against the wall.
Wow' it appeared she wasn't the only one affected by him'
Khushiji's giggle snapped her out of her confused musings; she was looking at her with a megawatt I-know-wat-ya-thinkin'-bout grin. Anjali blushed, feeling unexplicably guilty and she turned to go back inside.
'De'' Khushiji's soft murmur stalled her; she glanced up. Khushiji's eyes were filled with tears as she touched her face, 'Devi Maiya aap ko sab khushian dain ge' ap dekh lena!' she nodded in emphasis, wiping her eyes. 'Hmain maaf kr dain'' she sniffed, 'Bas aj kal hr waqt ronay ko dil krta hai.'
Anjali felt an unexpected laugh bubble out of her; it felt like yesterday when she'd been pregnant and bursting into tears for absolutely no reason. She chucked Khushiji under the chin, smiling and shaking her head.
Then she turned to go. 'Chalain Khushiji, Buaji aur Ammaji aa gai honge''
Khushiji followed her inside.
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Arnav eyed the table, feeling his chest constrict with emotion. It felt good to be part of the family again.
All around the table talk ensued, different conversations running into each other, people arguing and laughing and Sanaya flitting from one chair to another, having her whims fulfilled by willing elders. Nani chatted amiably with Khushi's Amma; Babuji, now well enough to do everything by himself except walk, swapped jokes with Mama and Mami and Buaji argued with one another, each trying to outwit the other. And Dr. Shaleen fit right in.
Across the table, De alternated between blushing at Shaleen and eyeing him evilly. He deliberately ignored her and faced Khushi, feeling a smile curve his lips.
She was teasing Aakash and Payal (as usual) and Aakash was blushing (again) ' seriously, you'd think he'd gotten used to all that teasing by now but no, he still blushed ' and Payal was giggling.
Khushi' he sighed dreamily. She looked up at him; their eyes met and held and just like that, everything else faded into nothingness'
*Rabba Ve*
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Dear reader, as you may have guessed, everything turned out to be okay. Anjali married Shaleen after all and Khushi had a really cute baby boy who looked just like his father, they named him Barun. Its said father spoiled his baby and wife. And Payal got pregnant soon afterwards, so nobody felt left out (that's for Aakash). Buaji and Mamiji never learned to get along with each other and Mamaji had great fun, eliciting jealous responses out of his Manno, simply by complimenting Buaji. Babuji regained use of all his faculties and was soon able to restart his business; so Ammaji and him, they moved back to Lucknow. NK dropped in time and again with resounding Naanav's, much to Arnav's dismay ' and Khushi finally found out why NK called him Nannav in the first place ' but then, she found out a whole lot more but that's for her to know and you, dear reader, to guess about.
Needless to say, they all lived happily ever after.
Hope you had as much fun reading this as I had writing it.
Love
The Author
Mariam Ejaz
<3 IPKKND AR$HI forever :* XoXxo
P.S: I Don't want the Story to end either but i have to leave IF till my papers are over, i might continue this FF as a sequel or maybe another FF, lemme know if you think i should. I hope you a enjoyed reading this.
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