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PART- 7

Arnav had clearly stated that if (a statement clearly hinting at mami) anyone spoke any nonsense on the visit to Gupta's they would very well manage the ceremony without him...

Mami had wanted to protest at this but was silenced as Arnav gave one confirming look to her..

sitting in the drawing room she itched to comment on something, anything, but the 'dhamki' held like a noose over her head..

while the others appreciated the fact that she was finally maturing...better late than never...as if..

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Arnav made his way towards the kitchen, fully aware of the mood khushi must be in at that time..he checked his pockets to make sure it was there, sure enough it was..

khushi for one had immediately after her soul shaking mortification busied herself in making jalebis..frying them in large quantities..

"ek toh itna chotta chammach hai, thik se jalebian tala bhi nahi rahin!" she murmured and was in the process of keeping it down to pick up a bigger one for the purpose, when what she had done moments ago again flooded through her fuming mind..

his smirk, his pleasure at her embarrassment, raakshas...laad governer...anger on recollecting his amused face so seiged her that the next moment, instead of keeping it down, khushi had hurled the 'chammach' with full force towards the kitchen door..

at a very unsuspecting Arnav Singh Raizada whose misfortune ensured his coming inside in full co-ordination with the speed of the hurled utensil..

whose reflexes aided him enough to save his eyes, but who had to undergo the impact of the hurl on his forehead...

"ARNAVJI SAMBHAL KE!!"

too late khushi...

atmosphere in the Gupta kitchen immediately changed to panic..

"aap dekh ke nahi chal sakte!!"

Arnav immediately arched his eyebrows to the extent he could at her, massaging his pitiful forehead at the same time...

"what. The .hell .was that khushi?"

"wo hamne socha chammach thoda chota pad raha tha toh badal le-"

Arnav looked incredulously at her...still massaging his forehead( did she build muscles or something? Didn't look like it)

"khushi...aise badalti ho tum chammach?"

if it were so, he could paint a very sorry picture of what HP must have gone through all these days alone in the kitchen with her..

"hum barf late hain..." khushi murmered away..

an ice pack was soon made by khushi which she hurriedly applied on to his slighty swelling forehead .Arnav secretly wondered if there was indeed God there, how could one get a punishment this fast?

In the ice pack applying process, of course they had their moment of ahem..ahem..(rabba ve)...

when, Arnav broke the silence with a- "toh humari shaadi se tumhe sabse zyada khushi hogi, khushi?"

she realized she was supposed to be angry at him..

she backed away

"kaisi shaadi? Kaun si shaadi?hamne toh kisi shaadi ke liye haan nahi ki"

okay...

"toh tumhara jawab na hai?"

"jahan tak hame yaad hai, hamse kisi ne koi savaal nahi kiya...aur jawab sawal ka diya jata hai"

he stood looking at her , a hint of a smile appearing on his face...

Khushi looked at his expression and secretly feared whether the 'chammach' had had more effect than just a slight swell on his head..itna bada bhi toh nahi tha...

Arnav leaned forward, shut the burning gas stove , then putting his hands in his pockets, brought out a small box..

he slipped the ring in his ring finger, where it hardly went about a centimeter, reached for her hands, touched his ring finger with hers and looked straight at her..

silence...

"khushi kumari gupta singh Raizada, will you, marry me?"

khushi shot up a look at his face, now becoming increasingly worried about the impact of the blow, but wait...he looked sane enough...

"k..kya?"

"you heard me"

they both stood there, minds flooding with memories, of their first meet, the 'moments', the confusions, the fears, the little moments of realisations..the moments of silent acknowledgements...

yes, this was indeed a big moment..

khushi slowly nodded her head in approval..

and his finger slanted , resulting in the ring slipping from his finger to hers...perfect fit. But of course..

the sparkle of the diamond shined on her face, then his, as she gave a slight laughter, before he brought out another gold ring from his pocket..

hmm...well planned mr Raizada...

she looked at him, questioning..

"meri bhi engagement hai khushi"

she smiled , then holding the ring carefully slipped it up his finger..

and thus in the midst of a fast melting ice pack, half fried jalebis, a fallen 'chammach' and rest of the utensils, in the perfect ambiance of the Gupta kitchen, khushi and Arnav got engaged to one another..

Suddenly a confusion propped in khushi's frequently confused mind...she was married and now engaged to him. So what exactly was she? His wife or his fiance?

As her brows furrowed at the thought , he gave her a questioning look..

she touched her mangalsutra with one hand, then glanced at her finger, then hands involuntary hovering over the jalebi plate, picking one up and munching on it,she asked..

"toh... ab hum aapke kya hue arnavji?"

his face was instantly converted , with a full fledged amused smile, ruling on it..

this, was a hard one...

So, how was it??