Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai - 29 Aug 2025 EDT
Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai - 28 Aug 2025 EDT
BHAROSA THODNA 28.8
MAIRAs SCHOOL 29.8
Big Boss 19: Daily Discussion Thread - Aug 29, 2025
Anupamaa 28 Aug 2025 Written Update & Daily Discussions Thread
Abhira : The self-respect queen
Param Sundari opens well
Anupamaa 29 Aug 2025 Written Update & Daily Discussions Thread
Aneet and Ahaan on the cover of THR!!
Ijja-jjat hai
Trailer - Do You Wanna Partner - Tamannaah Bhatia Diana Penty
Monsoon Magic Micro-fiction Contest Felicitation Ceremony
All I have to say is, if you lived close by, I would do all your work for you, sit you down by a window overlooking the ocean and let you write, you are so great at this, my Sister Mayad sent me the link and both my daughter and I are so hooked, you are on my best sellers list. Thank you so much, I now know who will write the script for my movie.
Originally posted by: ongongong
I admire it to the utmost,it is one of my all time favourites.Man,how can someone write so nice like this?
Dear Friend, this is rather long. I take few hours to complete a chapter normally but this one took me few days don't ask me the reasons, I guess the fact that the truth is unfolding slowly made it difficult to deal with and guys I sucks at romantic scenes pardon me for that. (so encouraging comments and criticisms are most welcome to boost my spirit). Thank you in advance and enjoy.
Her Rajkumar
"Rakshas! You promised you'll come with me!" Khushi screamed trailing behind her stubborn husband. Akash shook his head laughing while Payal poured him coffee. Things were better between them now, gradually Akash was trying to forget his anger and disappointment. After the pep talk he had with his Bhai he did consider things again. Because Arnav had never talked that much to him ever before. Payal was ever patience making it easier for him.
After approximately 20 minutes of eery silence his Bhai started to talk.
"Akash, do you remember when Payal rejected your proposal, you asked me what I know about her cancelled wedding?"
Akash nodded, not getting the relevance of that now with the issue in hand.
"It was because of me her wedding was cancelled."
"Bhai..." Akash was shocked.
"Let me finish Akash," thus he narrated the whole misunderstanding tale of his first meeting with Khushi and how he handed up having a hand in the wedding disaster.
"I am not defending Payal or trying to convince you to forgive her. I'm being selfish here, Khushi is extremely upset about this, blaming herself and that doesn't sit well for me. I'm just giving you all that you need to know before you make your mind about Payal. You were right when you said she should have believed you enough to tell the truth, but I want you to understand her fear as well. You are the very brother of the monster who ruined her first wedding, and knowing you, you wouldn't disobey anything that I say, Akash. If I were to ask you to stop your wedding with Payal, you would have."
That's not a question but a statement, and Akash knew he would have without asking any question, this was his Bhai asking, he would definitely have obeyed.
"And knowing you, if she were to tell you the truth before the wedding you would have told me straight away. And as you yourself said before, when it's about Di, I definitely would have lost my rational thinking and done something horribly rash, as ruining her wedding for a second time. Now you can blame her for hiding it from you but can you blame her fear to take the risk? Can you at least try to understand under which circumstances she decided to hide it from you?
Akash nodded his head and looked out the window. That was the end of the conversation.
"I know, there is a sudden meeting, very important one! It's not that I'm not coming, I'm just telling you to go first and I will be joining you right after the meeting."
Payal and Khushi were going to pay their family a visit today as it was Arnav who suggested the very idea. His Bhai's voice brought him back to the present of a very heated argument that Khushi was having with the mighty ASR.
"Morning Di," Arnav said too cheerfully angered her more.
"Morning, Chote," Anjali noticed, her Chote and his Khushi were having one of their nobody wins arguments. She enjoyed the non-stop entertainment provided by the two of them especially their heated bickering.
"But Arnavji, I want to go with you.."
"Khushi..yeh kya bachapana heh?" he smirked and continued reading his newspaper. He had plans today and he needed to be away from Khushi at least half a day.
"Laad Governer!" she stumped her foot and headed to kitchen. Anjali swallowed her tea, hiding her smile. She turned to Nani and winked. When Khushi returned, she straightened herself bracing for a great performance.
"Khushiji!" she called seriously. Khushi was stunned for a second, Anjali never used that tone to her before, she was little worried, "Ji..Di," she stuttered.
"Yeh kya tarikha heh..?" Anjali looked angry, even Arnav was worried now. Di would never speak to her favorite bhabi like this.
"Ji.."
"Why are you calling Chote with all these weird names? Rakshas?Tsk..tsk..girls nowadays, no respect for husband at all haina Nani." Nani caught the game in mere second.
"Ha..ha, bilkul," she nodded her head dramatically. His wife was already biting the bottom of her lips, few more minutes she will definitely cry Arnav was to intervene but at nick of time noticed, the gleam in his Nani and Di's eyes. So, unwisely he decided to join them to pull his beautiful wife's beautiful legs.
"Ask her Di! You always scold me for everything, taking her side that is why she is so daring and pampered, calling me whatever she likes." Khushi was shocked, her mouth opened, here she was expecting him to save her and he just joined his Di in Mission Scolding Khushi, spoilt Chote!
"Acha?" Anjali asked, her eyes were laughing in mirth, looking at worried Khushi she didn't know for how long she could hold her laugh that threat to burst any moment.
"Let me hear some of them then.."Anjali implored at Khushi.
"I did't mean to be disrespectful Di..it's just your brother always bring the worse in me!" she huffed at Arnav.
"She is right Anjali bitya, she does call him respectfully sometimes, even more respectful than me those days," Nani said jokingly to a clueless Anjali.
"Woh..kya pukarthe aap chote ko...hmm Swami..ha she calls him Swami, that's very respectful.."
"What..Swami?" Anjali laughed.
"Oh..Nani do you have to remind her now?" Arnav paled, Khushi too joined the family laughing.
"Nani, I call him Swami only to irritate him."
"Yeh..Laad Governer kya hota hai?" Anjali asked, Khushi was going to explain then Payal interfered.
"Oh..that's Jethji ka first nick name Di, even before their marriage, when she worked in AR. She calls him Laad Governer because he reminds her of the colonial dictators who ruled our country once!" another round of laughter, to which Arnav just smiled. His unbelievable wife's unbelievable creativity.
"And she calls me Mr.Raizada if she is really angry."
"Really, what else she calls you? Well I know one...kyu Sundari?"Anjali lifted her eyebrows to smiling Khushi who shouted "Shaitan!"
Arnav rolled his eyes.
"Koi achi naam nai ye kya?"Akash joined in.
"Haina jijaji..Chote," Khushi said, looking at Arnav, well you started it.
"You call him Chote?"Anjali asked.
"Only when he behave like spoilt brat Di!" Khushi said feigning fake innocence which erupted another bout of laughter. He didn't noticed when the entire session changed from scolding her to tease him.
"So Khushi, why don't you tell them the other name?" he asked.
"What other name?" Khushi seated next to him and buttered his toast.
"The one who rarely use?"
"Which one is that Khushiji?" Anjali looked at blushing Khushi, this must me something good.
"Woh.."
"Don't be shy Khushiji..just tell us," Akash encouraged suddenly very curious to know his Bhai's nick name.
"Rajkumar.."she said softly blushing to which the ladies aww-wed and Akash beamed.
"It's weird Khushiji, you call him everything but Arnav," Anjali said casually. Khushi gulped her tea, coughing and sputtering almost choking herself. Arnav was laughing so hard, rubbing her back, soothing.
"Slowly..jaan. Shall I tell them when and how you call me Arnav?" he whispered only for to hear. They both knew she called him Arnav only in throes of passion of when she was really emotional. Khushi's eyes blurred with tears caused by the cough but she could see the twinkle in her husband's eyes alright.
"Poolside me sona ye kya?" she asked, threatening with a smile intact adorning her face.
"Really?" he smirked again.
That was a harmonious breakfast the Riazada's had that morning, without knowing the storm brewing. Anjali especially was really happy and content with her family momentarily forgot the absence of her husband.
"Buaji.." Khushi squealed and hugged her tight, Payal shook her head at her her sister's antics and hugged her mother.
"Arrey...Titilya, planning to kill me are you?" Buaji slapped her shoulder.
Khushi gave her beautiful smile and headed to Garima. "Now you are showing so much of love, all these weeks when Damadji was here you didn't even come with him.." Garima humphed at Khushi.
"Kya..in nonne aaya tha?" Khushi was surprised.
"Aya tha matlab? He was here almost every day past weeks..He bought so many things for the house, we refused so many times but he didn't listen. He fixed the pipe line in the house, ac for all our rooms," Garima said proudly.
"Aur..Babua brought your Bauji to this big hospital, the doctor said your father will be completely fine very soon," Buaji added.
"Really..I didn't know..he didn't say a word," Khushi was really in shock. She went to her Bauji who smiled at her, and she could see her Bauji was able to move his hands a little more than before and there was something in his eyes, belief that he will be fine.
Khushi was on the verge of crying, she really needed to see him. She stood abruptly, "Amma, Buaji I'll be back soon," Khushi hurried.
"Where are you going?" Payal asked.
"Sanak gaye.." Buaji shook her heard disapprovingly.
Khushi was crying during the entire journey to her husband's office. How lucky she was to have him in her life and he didn't even utter a word about anything. The guards of AR Groups was utterly shocked seeing their Khushi Madam in beautiful bright orange colour saree but their ever cheerful and smiling Khushi Madam was crying, her eyes puffed, reddish in colour, she wiped the tears streaming down.
"I need to see my husband."
They opened the door let her in. She hurried inside heading to his cabin to be stopped by Akash.
"Khushiji.." he called.
She turned, "Jijaji..woh I need to see Arnavji," she hiccuped.
"But Bhai is not in the office, why are you crying? Come here," he held her by elbow and seated her at lounge area, within a second an employee brought her water but she denied.
"He said he has meeting right then where is he?"
"Hah..he is having a meeting..woh he is meeting the client outside..you wait here I'll let him know, and it's about time for him to he return..ok?" Akash stuttered quickly dialling Arnav's number.
"What?"
"Yes, Bhai. She is here. I can't hold her anymore and she is crying...how would I know why? She is not saying anything only that she wants to see you."
"Hell, I'm coming!" Arnav fixed the last star and left. He drove in high neck-pace speed. His car screeched into halt in front of his building. He ran inside and saw his wife sat on the sofa, crying. Akash was trying to console her and few of his employees hovering her, worried.
"Khushi." She looked up to him, let out another cry and sprinted to his arms. He backed a little but supported her weight and held her close. "Shh..jaan kya huya? Why are you crying?" She was still crying, and he couldn't hear anything between her sobs and hiccups. He rubbed her back, stroke her hair, tried to console her but to no avail.
"Did anyone say anything? "he tried again. She just shook her head denying, "What happened at Buaji's place?" Still no coherent answer from his wife, he heaved a sigh and lifted her into his arms to his employees surprise who have been watching the entire scene with awe. Never in their wild dreams they thought there would be a day when they would watch this facet of Arnav Singh Raizada. He headed straight to his cabin, with Khushi holding on to his shoulder, crying softly. He seated her on his desk, closed the shutters of his cabin. He walked to her, standing in between her legs. Her cry has subdued by now and she was still hiccuping and sniffing. He dried her tears gently, cupped her cheek and kissed her tears away and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Shukriya," she sniffed. He raised his eyebrows, "for what? For lifting you upstair? That was a tough job. You have put on weight baby," he teased earned him a punch on chest and a tight hug.
"Now what's this for?" he ruffled her hair.
"Thank you for everything you did for Bauji." He understood too well now and held her closer to his heart.
"Buaji told me everything. Why didn't you tell me anything? Buaji scolded me saying their Damadji loves them more than me, I didn't even visit them," she pouted and sulked.
He chuckled softly and kissed her pout, "Acha, let me talk to her."
"Arnavji..really thank you for everything.." he put a finger, stopping her.
"Jaan, I thought they are my family too, right?" she nodded.
"Now, stop crying though you look cute with red nose," he pinched her nose slightly and grabbed her by waist and captured her lips. She hugged him close and respond to his kiss with similar enthusiasm, a knock on his door made her jerked from his embrace. He was reluctant but she pushed him lightly and indicated the door. He ran his hand in his hair exasperatedly, quickly kissed her again and headed to door. Khushi adjusted her saree and stood by his desk when, Akash walked inside the cabin, "Bhai, Det.Oberoi is here? Do you want to see him now?"
"Yea, take him to the conference room."
He turned to Khushi, "Detective?" she asked.
"Yea. I assigned Detective Oberoi to watch him? Would you like to join me?" he offered his hand and she took it. They walked hand in hand towards the conference room, oblivious to the beaming employees, Mr and Mrs Raizada did make a striking couple.
Detective Oberoi and Akash were already waiting for them. Both stood upon their entering. Akash smiled and pulled a chair for Khushi, Arnav lead her to the chair and seated her.
"Det.Oberoi, meet my wife Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada."
"Hello, Mam."
"Namaste."
He started the briefing on his findings so far. Khushi had been very quiet all the while. Arnav looked at her now and then and she just smiled without any hint of emotion.
"He has been frequently visiting this house sir, but it's difficult to capture the image of the woman. She hardly comes out the house and I can't confidently say anything about their relationship just yet sir. But apart from that, financially, work wise there are many loop holes that can benefit us Mr.Raizada. Numerous debt and fraud in dealings, that are more than enough to lock him in for years but still I will work something on this woman for your sister's sake."
"Make it fast Oberoi, I can't wait longer, Another week from now then." They shook their hands.
"Are you okay, Khushi?" Arnav asked.
She nodded her head, smiled slightly. The ride to Buaji's house was very quiet. He held her hand while driving the car, shifting the gears in between, she didn't say anything. Even when they arrived at Buaji's house, she volunteered to prepare dinner. They had dinner together, Akash joined them later. Buaji was chatting constantly proud of her son-in- laws. Khushi served them the food and ate very little. Once they reached Shantivan, she went to see Di and made sure Anjali had her medicines and milk. Arnav decided that he needed to wait, wait for her to tell him what worried her. He freshen up and was working on his laptop by poolside. Khushi came after a while, took out her night suit and went into the washroom. He waited for what it seemed like eons.
She walked out of the washroom, straight to him. He looked at her, his eyes full of questions, she walked closer and seated herself comfortably on his lap. Her arm around his neck held him close, he could feel the moist of her lips at the his of his neck. He waited, knew she was worried but angered at himself and at her for not telling him straightway what bothered her. He nuzzled her neck softly, Khushi tilted her head allowing him more access. His grip tightened and he kissed below her ear and moved to her cheek, he nibbled her jaw and kissed the corner of her mouth. He continued her sweet torture, kissing her face. His lips curled into a smile, sensing her impatience. Khushi had been tugging his hair, commanding for more but he didn't relent to her, teasing.
"Arnav, don't tease!" her voice husky with passion and with that she captured his lips for a kiss, hesitant initially guided by only the love she felt for this man, in front of her, the only man who could make her heart beat faster. She skimmed, traced his lips with her own, moulding them tasting them. He gasped at her sweetness and took over. There was no gentleness in that kiss, he ravished her lips, devoured every inch suddenly angry at her reluctancy in confiding him her worries. He knew he was to blame for that hesitancy but then he had been trying hard hadn't he?
She needs Arnav Singh Raizada for this not her Arnav.Well it's high time Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada learn to depend on him! He thought.
Khushi didn't understand the reason behind the sudden change in her husband, he was not a gentle lover now, his kiss was raw, demanding and possessing, it scared her but she couldn't help but succumb to it. Arnav stood abruptly, striding towards their bed without breaking the kiss. He dumped her not so gently on the bed.
"Ouch..Arnavji, that hurts!" she said rubbing her back. The word hurt stopped him, he slumped on the bed next to her, turned slightly away from her. His breathing was harsh and he was trying hard to control his raging desire, he didn't to want scare her. She turned and snuggled up against him, throwing her leg over his thighs and he swallowed a groan.
"Humse naraz he app. Kyu?" she asked innocently.
"Don't you know?" he asked, pushing her onto her back so that he could look at her face.
"You are overreacting," she said lightly, grinned and tried to roll back into his arms but Arnav pinned her to the bed with his hands, a look of exasperation in his eyes.
"I'm definitely not! And you know it! You are not suppose to be scared of anything, if you are, you are to tell me straightway and I will be damned before fix it, that's the deal Khushi Arnav Singh Raizada!" his voice was gruff.
"Is that another condition in the deal, husband?" she teased.
"It is," Arnav announced. "And you have broken it." His eyes teased, as did his his chest, rubbing against her breasts in slow motion.
"And the punishment, Laad Governer?" Khushi whispered, finding it difficult to continue with teasing tone. His nearness was making her warm all over, and she found she wanted him to kiss her.
Arnav read the desire in her gaze and smiled. "I will let you decide the punishment, Mrs.Raizada," he said in a husky voice.
"I shall have to kiss you then," Khushi said with a mock sigh.
"And that is a punishment?" Arnav enquired with a raised eyebrow. Khushi didn't answer, only continued to look at her husband with a look that the fire in him explode into passion. Slow down, he told himself. He took a shuddering breath and rolled to his back. "Then kiss me, Khushi."
"Then come here," Khushi said waiting. Arnav didn't move. Khushi began to drum her fingers on his chest, but that didn't get much of a reaction either.
"I'm too tired," said Arnav. "You will have to come here."
"Too tired to turn to me?" she asked, trying to sound irritated.
"Yea, besides you are to come to me Khushi. Always." His voice grew intense and Khushi understood what he was implying. She shouldn't have tried to hide her worries from him.
Khushi sat up in bed and pushed her hair over her shoulders. Arnav had to stop himself from reaching out and touching her. Her nimble fingers undressed him expertly left him bare chest. He placed his hands behind his head and smiled. The anticipation of touching him excited her but first before she showed her emotions, she would make him want her as much. Perhaps, she though with newfound confidence, even more.
She placed her hands on either side of his chest and slowly leaned down toward his mouth. But when she was just a breath away from touching him, she changed her course and kissed him on his chin. "You need a shave," his new growth of whiskers tickled her lips. She smiled to herself and kissed him again, on his chest, allowing her breasts to caress as her hands could not. Arnav didn't say a word but his breathing became more rapid and Khushi knew he was not impervious to her. Her mouth moved lower to the nipples, and her tongue circled each in a motion as he he had done to her numerous time that caused her husband to flinch. But still he kept his silence, and Khushi let out a low, throaty laugh. She felt like a temptress and a nymph too, full of absolute power over the man she loved. It was an exhilarating feeling.
Arnav touched the sides of her face and he gently pulled her up. " I am still waiting for my kiss," he said, his voice deep and velvet.
"Here?" she asked with innocence, pointing at his lips. "Or here?" she suggested, touching the tip of his nose. "Or perhaps," she whispered, sliding her hand below his waist, "here?"
Arnav's gaze told her he could not remain passive much longer. She was pushing his control away. Her uninhibited display; his mind would have allowed her continue, to see just how far she would go, but his body was demanding with his need, becoming more painfully insistent with each passing second. "You will kiss me now," he ordered, caressing her shoulders to soften the harshness in his voice.
"As you wish Arnavji," Khushi whispered. She was no longer smiling when she reached up the length of him and touched his mouth with her own. The kiss ended the game for both of them. Her mouth opened for his tongue, her hands cupping his face to hold him still. And then the embers of passion ignited and Khushi too lost her control. She couldn't seem to get enough of him, tugging at her hair on the back of his head to keep him prisoner. Arnav rolled her onto her back, undressed her within seconds. He covered her with his body while he continued to kiss her. The taste of her, sweet, made him thirsty for more. His hands stroked and touched, rough in hurry and he knew her passion matched his own. He could not wait longer nor could Khushi. She arched against him, eager to have him. Arnav was breathing heavily that he could not speak, could not form the words to tell her how much she pleased him.
"What is my name?" he groaned.
"Laad Governer," she teased, which earned her a bite on her neck.
"Ouch.."
"Khushi...," he licked the spot soothing her pain.
"Arnav.."
"Again."
"Arnav.. why?"
"I like my name coming from you, and you don't say it enough." He thrust deep, shuddering for control, and heard her moan. Her nails scraped his shoulders as she tried to hold him closer.
"And who am I?"
"My Rajkumar...my husband..my everything.."
He kissed her then, intense kiss meant to possess her. Khushi moaned deeply and her hips began to move against him. It was all the urging Arnav needed. His mouth covered hers, capturing her moans while his hands pulled her hip closer. He meant to be slow but couldn't. When he last entered fully, thrusting to the core of her soul, the fire of desire and love raged unchecked between them. They gave to each other the fire purified and renewed, and each felt the victory of release at the same instant. There was profound joy between the two souls, shared and coveted. There was love. Arnav buried his head in Khushi's shoulder and sighed with contentment. She echoed the sound, holding him close to her. Arnav shifted his weight, holding her in his arms. He kissed her cheeks, nuzzled her ear and whispered outrageous compliment and promises that brought blush to his wife's face. Khushi adjusted herself to his side and settled her head on his shoulder. "I love you Arnav," she whispered and sound asleep before Arnav voiced a reply. He kissed her forehead and slept, content.
Khushi dreamed that night, and it began in a most pleasant way. She was dressed all in white, in a white saree. She was going through a beautiful garden, a fine mist covered the ground. She was smiling, her arm linked through Arnav's. They were walking, talking and laughing. And then the dream changed into a nightmare. Someone was calling her, but she didn't know who. Her pulse quickened with horrible sound of agony and despair in the voice calling to her. She didn't want to go but Arnav insisted. She hurried searching for the voice, pushing through a crowd of laughing men, they seemed to be laughing at her. She turned around when she heard the evil laughter. Standing before her was her husband, hands and feet. The laughter heightened again, in to triumph. It was Shyam. The mist at her feet turned red, and in the nightmare Khushi knew it was a symbol of the blood that would soon be shed. Shyam lifted his hand and pointed at her. "I told you to stay away from him. And now he will be killed because of you." He laughed then, an evil devil's laughter that clawed at Khushi's soul. She shook her head, Shyam pulled a knife and lifted high into the air.
Her scream woke Arnav. His shook as he pulled his wife into his arms and gently rocked her against him. "Open your eyes, Khushi. It is only a nightmare," he whispered, again and again. "I'm here."
Khushi awoke with a start. She clutched at Arnav's shoulder and took great gulps of air, trying to calm her heart. "It was terrible, he was going to ki.."
"Do not speak of it," Arnav soothed. He tenderly brushed the hair from her forehead and kissed her. "You have been dreaming that's all. I shouldn't have brought to meet Det.Oberoi. Let me hold you and close your eyes. Everything is fine."
"I'm afraid," she told him. "If I sleep, I will have the nightmare again."
"No, you will not. Look up," Arnav coaxed. He found a remote and switch it on. Khushi saw stars, numbers of beautiful sparkly blue stars adorning the ceiling of their room. She gasped, mesmerized.
"It is a surprise."
"There are beautiful. You did this. In the afternoon, that's why you refused to come with to Buaji's house."
"Yes." He shifted positions until Khushi was beneath him. His arms bore his weight, anchored on either side of his wife. "You will not have nightmare, you will dream only of making love to me," he vowed. With those words spoken, Arnav leaned down and kissed Khushi. He murmured words of love with a velvet voice and soothing hands turned Khushi's thoughts only to him and what he was doing to her. The nightmare was forgotten.
