So I came up with this random idea. Please do lemme know if I should continue. I don't know whether I'll be writing it further if I don't get a proper response.
And even if I continue, it may not be in this order! đ
Prologue
"I love you, Khushi."
Khushi, with a silly smile on her face, stared on, as for the first time, she was rendered speechless.
She felt herself being enveloped in his strong arms, her head resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Sighing in contentment, she thought about how something good was finally happening to her.
*****
"Oh, don't worry, --- Khushi! The amount I shall pay you would be so obscene, that the gold digger in you would rest in peace! And I shall pay the same amount each month!!" he said, his jaw clenched, eyes cold, challenging her to reject him in anyway. Now, everybody knew that Khushi Kumari Gupta would have done a dance and indulged herself in the task completely, when she got a chance to challenge or irk Arnav Singh Raizada in any possible way. Even when they were together. But right now could definitely not be counted as one of those moments.
*****
House of Hope. A home for the homeless.
That name would bring an ironic laughter out of Khushi, each time she thought about it.
House of Hope, or Hope, as they usually referred it as, was the brainchild of Khushi and the woman whom she considered no less than her own sister, Shiva, as she herself preferred to be called as.
So this was how Khushi Kumari Gupta had decided Arnav Singh Raizada's money would be spent on.
Yes.
That money would always remain Arnav Singh Raizada's.
Never hers.
*****
"Why haven't you paid me this month??" Khushi asked, looking straight into his eyes, knowing the thrill that "THE Arnav Singh Raizada" might be feeling at the moment. The thrill of having his theory of Khushi-is-a-gold-digger, proven true by none other than Khushi herself.
"There's no need for me to pay you to cover up for Di anymore. She knows." Arnav said, his face contorted in pain, which he'd never want Khushi to see, given the circumstances.
*****
"I shall donate the amount each month, Ms. Gupta. And in return, you shall marry me. Oh, don't worry. It'll be a marriage of convenience, and nothing else. I get my assets and you can run your 'home for homeless' in peace." he said, his eyes as smug as Arnav's would be, when he knew he was winning. Though these eyes didn't hold even a pinch of charm as his had. Reprimanding herself for STILL thinking about Arnav, she shook her head to clear her thoughts.
"No? Suit yourself." he shrugged, and Khushi could see it as clear as daylight.
No marriage, no donation.
"I was thinking about something else. I shall do it, Mr. Bharadwaj." Khushi answered, her face gaining the smirk which she usually sported these days.
*****
"Oh, just f**k off!" Khushi yelled, making her audience gasp in horror. While the one person who had made her swear stared at her unwaveringly.
"One chance. That's all I ask." came the next reply, melting a little more of Khushi's reserve.
Khushi had opened her mouth to refuse him even more rudely, when the childishness of Khushi Kumari Gupta came out after so many days. "Shiva! Show him to the servant quarters. Decide what work needs to be allotted to him and his wages. He might be a princess in his palace. It takes physical labour to live here, or he can shimmy his ass outta here!" Khushi shouted to a now shocked looking Shiva, her eyes never leaving his. She had turned to leave, when she turned back and murmured as smugly as possible, her smirk in place, "We don't force people to sign any bonds, Mr. Raizada. That's how we roll here, at Hope."
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