IPKKND : Rules Of Attraction {Ch 13-pg.111} - Page 53

Originally posted by: rockinggirl5

I loved it. I can't tell you how good this part was. It was very well written. I had tears in my eyes. I can't wait for the next part. Please continue soon.

Originally posted by: khusiarnav

plzz plzzz continue!!! loved the track...well done...👏

I wish anjali and armaan start to feel for each other.. loved their nok-jhok!!! please keep up ur creativity and PM me plzzz...

waiting for ur updates!! 😊

Originally posted by: dumas

loved the update him calling her name out in his dreams and always seem to be the one who ends up holding her engagement ring loved the update thanks for the pm

Originally posted by: --SweetFarwii--

The button scene was sooo adorable <33 Awww, it was sooo cute

They both are hurting so much </3

Can't wait for the next part :D

Originally posted by: blue_sapphire

wow...Nice update..the button scene was so cute...trust arnav to break his buttons everyday to have few moments with Khushi...

update soon

Chapter 9 ' Unforgotten Confidence

If only Arnav Singh Raizada could predict the cycle of his life, he would have been the happiest man on earth. Once upon a time, not very long ago, in one cyclic turn he was carrying the most beautiful bride into his mansion and by the next turn he was being requested to decorate that bride and send her off to another man's arms. If only he could reverse the motion.

"Are you sure about this Mr.Saxena, I mean have you checked with Khushi?" asked Arnav sounding perfectly cordial. Even though the idea had first irked him to say no but the thought of being around Khushi wasn't bad at all. "Of course I have spoken to her, she seemed hesitant at first but I'm sure she will be OK with it" confessed Rohit ignoring the part where Armaan was dead against the idea. "She was hesitant.." it was more like a whisper to himself but Rohit had caught on it. "Uhh yeah but she is a strong girl" he beamed as if showcasing his excellent to be daughter in law. A weak smile developed on Arnav's face that was hard to catch on hearing the word "strong". "Well then I should take your leave Mr.Raizada" it was better elope quickly before this man changed his mind, he stood up to give a good bye handshake to Arnav when while shaking he suddenly remembered, "and yes I have told Khushi to stop by later to give her requirements". Why the hell did people tell him things like this in the last moment? Not that he needed preparations, but definitely required time.

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Every damn thing in the room was scattered. When Madhumati walked into Khushi's room early morning, she stood at the doorway with a horrific expression. She hadn't even left the bed sheet on. "Sanka devi why does this room look like a dhobi ghat?" half mocking Madhumati's voice snapped Khushi's head up, which was under the bed. But like always the back of her head dashed onto the edge, "OW!" she squealed. "Be careful! This girl na.." huffed Madhumati as she ran to rub it. "BUAJIII" sobbed Khushi in a shrieking tone that made her want to close her own ears. "I-I can't find my engagement ring", mumbled Khushi in between her sobs while hiccups made it difficult to understand. "Hai re nandkishore! Why do you always end up losing it?" she demanded but hugged her at the same time to calm her sobs down. "I don't know.. what do I do now" wiping off her tears with the bed sheet lying on floor, she walked to and fro. "Do one thing call Armaan beta and ask him if it's in the hotel" advised Bua which seemed like a good idea.

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"No Ria please cancel my meeting, I have to be somewhere else" dismissed Khushi packing up her things like she was packing up for her funeral. Wasn't going to AR always a funeral? "As if losing my ring wasn't enough", she muttered checking herself one last time in the elevator mirror. She had dressed up in her usual kurti and jeans, yellow kurti. No clue why she was checking her attire but one had to look decent enough to enter AR. At least that's what she convinced herself when she took off her band to let lose her hair. After all fianc of Armaan Saxena has to..Never mind, Khushi tied her hair back in frustration. Why so much dress up for a formal meeting. Yes meeting it was.

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Anjali Raizada entered with a tender smile on her face that could soften any heart around but when it came to Armaan Saxena his filled with annoyance. He watched her come forward in silk yellow saree matching her skin tone that didn't impress him much. And in the next second he saw her eyes reaching his and the not very impressing smile faded away to a thin line. "What are you doing here", she asked obviously without thinking. "I didn't know you own this place", mocked Armaan making her realize they were in a social place where anyone can come and go. A slight pink erupted on either side of her face while she stepped back a little and quickly walked away. What is it with woman, first they revolt then walk away like a shy teenage girl thought Armaan giving a little shake to his head.

"Armaan sir do you require a receipt for the donation you made" a voice from the back interrupted his thoughts as well as Anjali's limping leg. No one ever made any donation for this half broken orphanage, there was no brand name attached to this place that could get you massive promotion. It had been years since she had seen anyone around here donating without any recognition.

"I'll get him the receipt Kulkarni saab, you may leave" she instructed the worker and surprising Armaan a bit. Now why would the random worker listen to this random woman? "The office is this side", indicated Anjali turning completely towards Armaan now. "I do not require a receipt" he dismissed more like he was dismissing to spend even fraction of seconds with her. He was about to walk off when her almost pleading voice trapped him. "Are you avoiding me Mr.Saxena?" depth in her tone could make anyone obey her but this was Armaan, "Perhaps I am .. Miss Raizada or should I say Mrs.Jha" he spoke over his shoulder purposely not meeting her eyes, because if he did he would want to slap himself for reminding a woman of her dreadful husband.

Anjali felt the chill run through her body on hearing her name attached to that man after months. The warmth she had felt for this man, a moment ago for the selfless charity he was making came to an instant end. "it's Raizada" Armaan swore he had never seen such coldness in any woman's eyes until today. And this coming from Anjali Singh Raizada made it even more exciting. Yes it felt exciting to stare at those cold eyes that could only shed tears after tears. With no more words exchanged Anjali walked off leaving Armaan to stare at her retired back.

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"Hello? Yes Ria can you fix a meeting for this weekend with the caterers?" Khushi entered into the not so colorful office and plastered a fake smile as all the eyes began turning towards her. She could almost hear few murmurs regarding her changed look, or how she ditched their boss. Trying to concentrate on the phone call she avoided the tempting voices gossiping about her. And when she spotted that one person, her face relaxed. "Amanji? How are you?.." smiled Khushi to a blushing Aman who was beaming with proudness that she spoke to him first. "I'm fine Ma'am, Sir will be joining you in the conference room" he did his job because that's all he had learnt to do in all these years. "Umm yeah..ok" Khushi awkwardly replied and moved away with the fake smile still plastered on her face.

Phone calls, phone calls and some more phone calls. If only she could switch it off and throw it into a deep gutter then no one would bother her so much. "Yes buaji! I have told Armaan, he said he would ask the hotel staff. Happy?" whined Khushi echoing her voice throughout the conference room making her realize how whiny that sounded. If this suicidal phone conversation continued, she was sure Buaji would soon get an asthma attack. In order to save Buaji as well as her brains she prepared a quick goodbye message and hung up without hearing Buaji's part of speech.

Just when Khushi had breathed a sigh of relief for getting rid of Buaji another unwanted guest was already to anticipate her. "Lost something?" he smirked seeing her confused face that clearly stated her uneasiness. "Huh?" she gasped completely lost or pretended to. Arnav took a step closer and naturally she took one back, but to her surprise he made himself comfortable on one of the lined chairs. "Phone" pointing towards her phone he continued, "you were saying you lost something?" the smirk not leaving his face even for a minute. Even though those lips smirked, his eyes scanned the changed look. Skinny jeans fitting in perfectly to her long slender legs, yellowish cloth emphasizing and blending with her skin while held up hair giving more access to her face. The tiny black spot got even clearer. When will she stop looking gorgeous?

Not that it mattered, but where had this man's decency vanished off? Wasn't it ladies first always.

Taking a deep breathe like she sucking the air out of the room she made quick strode towards where Arnav was seated. His eyebrows ceased when her one arm lay extended in front of his face. "What the'" and she did a joyful dance mentally on seeing that smirk turn into frown, but of course her expressions remained straight. "I need my ring back" straight to the point was the best way to start any conversation. Indeed straight was what Arnav loved the most, however he didn't very much enjoy it at the moment. The mille second where his eyes widened raised Khushi's confidence level and it was about to reach the maximum when he suddenly relaxed back onto his chair bring the smirk back. "So you lost your ring..wedding ring?" his mocking tone had always acted like fuel that could fire her insides and this time his relaxed posture added more to it. How can he act so well?

Dropping her arm down, "I know it's with you Arnavji, I need it back" maintaining a low volume that threatened to increase if he didn't stop checking her patience. Now, now it was this wildness that he loved about the lady that had his heart. "How are you so confident about it?" Arnav asked crossing his arms over his broad chest, though his casual tone didn't match to her intense one she anyway spoke up. "You see I know you in and out. Those eyes of yours never shine until they have a reason to, and those lips filled with attitude don't smile until you win something. Am I right Mr.Raizada?" she huffed not leaving his eyes that shone brighter. "Indeed you are Mrs.Raizada" leaning forward he announced sending her heart to hibernation for seconds before it rushed blood on to her face. Nonetheless, backing off at this point meant no ring. Inching forward Khushi leveled her eyes with his'

"So then give it back"

"No"

On the contrary it would have been worth watching two adults pulling off each other's hair for a simple diamond ring but it was interrupted due to a knock on the door. It was then that Khushi realized Arnav had closed the door on his way. Returning to their original positions, one fixed her hair and other his tie. "Come in" he instructed slightly annoyed at Aman for disturbing such an important meeting.

"Sorry for the disturbance..Khushi ma'am I need few signatures" spoke Aman faster than he usually does and obviously avoiding ASR's *are you serious?* glances. Khushi's confused look told Aman he had to explain more "oh it's normal stuff before a customer purchases our designs we have to do this" returning to his casual tone while the other man rolled his eyes.

A signature doesn't take much of a time, but Khushi took all her time to sign the three papers that Aman presented. Perhaps even Aman was surprised at her slow pace. Frustrated with her purposeful delay, Arnav slipped out his phone to check few stock market updates. Relieved from his piercing glances, she happily went back to signing it more beautifully. "Also Ma'am, whose name should the delivery be sent to?" asked Aman flipping the last page for her signature.

"Khushi Singh Raizada" the unconscious words slipped out of her mouth.

Chapter 10