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mumbling to herself indulgently, she paced around the room lost in her own thoughts. There was just something different about this night, maybe it was because he was not here? Or it could be, she was just missing her husband. Yes, Khushi Kumari Singh Raizada, was missing, Arnav Singh Raizada her husband.
He had told her about the business, he had to go on for a few days, he needed to finalize a deal, and for that the meeting was being held at some resort, far away from her. And it was not that he had forgotten about her, because he hadn't. In fact, Arnav had called in continuously, asking about her health and how much she was missing him. And her reply had been, she was not even missing him, which was a total lie. She wanted to tell him, come back right not, so she could drown into those pools of black and be held by his warmth, but she was not selfish and understood his reason for going.She decided after a flick at Arnav's picture, resting on her side table.
She was expectantly used to his presence in her life, that without him, something always seemed to be missing within her.The way he would sometimes come home early and surprise her with a fresh plate of jalebi's or how he would in his own, angry, stubborn way, tell her to stop her insane chatter, even though subconsciously he loved her non - stop express of a mouth. He had indulged her in his own ways, but his heart, had always found a way to give her love. And she loved him for that exactly, his ability to love her despite all her flaws. It was no secret that Arnav had thanked his lucky stars, landing her in his life, but never was her insecurities known through it. But it was not that he didn't know, he knew, rather Arnav chose to give way to her fears, without needing words, just his settle concerns and endearments were enough.
walking over to the conjoined doors, she smiled, as her eyes settled upon her two little angels. Sara was working away at her desk and little Zoya was busy with her toys, still at the tender age of three. Sara was the eldest, beautiful but gloomy and short-tempered like her father, but she had a vast of a heart just like him. A real gem, even though, she had not inherited, khushi's fondness for jalebi's or her craziness for Salman khan, she was indeed a striking beauty. One couldn't resist another look at her, and that too just reaching her teenage years.Arnav often warned khushi to not indulge Sara in her wayward of dreaming, because he was afraid, one day a prince would come and take his little princess away.
Whereas Zoya, was a exact copy of her mother, she had a heart of gold, went to spread smiles on everyone's face but even she had her own way of expressing her temper. Like father, like daughter, even she had streaks of Arnav's flare of temper, and his dark steel molten orbs, except hers, were not lost in the shadows of darkness. They spread light and probed of hope that one must never give up on. Zoya, was naughty, but obedient and caring, just like khushi. Only at the age of 3, she was handful, who knew just how to keep her parents busy.
walking over to her eldest, Khushi took a seat and leaned over to see what she was working on. It was a painting, of their family, her scribbles or strokes as some would say, almost calmed khushi. But the pit of worry was far from over. She couldn't really understand what was happening, or why she had a dying urge to be in the warmth of her husbands arms.
''mama, you should be sleeping'' sara, preached, as Arnav had recited the words to her. He had before leaving, left a list of things for sara to look over concerning khushi, '' baba said, you need sleep''
''baba ki chamchi '' Khushi teased, stroking Sara's hair lovingly, and with her other hand reached out to grab the art work, her daughter hand been working on, '' this is beautiful''
''its ugly'' sara matched, her tone easily expressing her annoyance.
'' Sara jaani, don't say that. I am going to frame this on the fridge'' pride flickered in her , but it was soon gone as she read her daughters expression, '' whats wrong?''
''nothing, mama'' Sara chided tried to avoid any discussion on her foul mood, when her gaze in a oblivion met zoya's, who smiled a full, glorious, toothed grin towards her, '' its your bed time, squirt'' she said, lounging towards her younger sibling, in order to avoid khushi. Who clearly was not one to give up.
''Sara'' khushi spoke, and Sara's steps faltered, she knew that one very well, it meant get your butt here and start talking, having no choice, she left zoya to her toys and moved towards a eager yet concerned khushi, '' well...''
''Ajay hasn't asked me to the dance yet'' she whispered in a hum, so low that khushi couldn't even grasp one word she said.
''say what? Sara, i couldn't understand one word, you said''
rolling her pretty eyes, she grunted, '' mama, there's this...uhmmm '' pausing, she looked at 'towards her probing mother blushing a little and khushi felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that blush, because often she wore it, '' hmm, there's this boy named Ajay, and sanaya said he liked me, and i thought so too. But he never asked me to the dance, and now sanaya is telling, he asked someone else''
''ahan...'' Khushi nodded still swallowing in those words. There was a guy, and Sara liked him, which meant, she was at the age, where she would start going out and maybe even one day fall for a guy complete and than leave them. Her first - born, all grown up. tears filled her eyes and she kissed sara's forehead lightly, , '' he is an idiot for not asking'' but her thoughts also went towards her absent husband and what he would have to say about this. She had a crummy feeling, it wouldn't be anything good.
'' you think so?''
smiling, khushi held onto, Sara's hand tightly, conveying, her words, '' i know so ''
''mama'' a squeaky voice called out and Khushi turned around to face her angel, with those molten pools of her now gazing widely towards her, '' ji jaan?''
''why is di crying?'' the concern laced in her voice, touched khushi's heart.
''when you will grow up, you will understand''
'' i am not a baby, i am a big girl'' zoya explained, walking over to the wall, where measurings of her height were drawn on to it and than with her fingers, she counted three, '' i am three now, not a baby, ahan''
''my big girl, you are still a little baccha''
''di ?''
When both her mother and her elder sister, relentlessly shook their heads, Zoya knew she had to further her acting skills and pulled on her cute pouty face, closing her arms over her chest.
''maine appse naraz ho jana hai'' and with those words, khushi and sara burst into smiles, as here, Zoya's favorite words had been said. Whenever, something was not to her liking or she felt, the need to claim her stake. She uttered those exact words, no temper, no tears, just those words,along with those huge expressive eyes of hers bore hints of sadness, that one listening or looking at her, just had to give up at their end.
'' bacche, when you grow up like your di here, than i will tell you what i exactly said''
''pakka promishhh?''
''pakka promise'' Khushi grinned and shook her hand, than pulled her into a big bear like hug.
After a lot of here and there chatter, Khushi put the girls to bed, after bidding them a sweet goodnight. She slowly closed the door and prayed to her heaven above to always keep them safe.
Walking into her own room, she felt a sense of sadness wash over her quickly and than restlessness spread within her. She slowly traced her steps around the room, as if memorizing each detail, and presence, trying to breathe him. It was the first she time had ever felt this way, missing him, with a rising unknowing need within her. She held the phone in her hand, contemplating whether to call him or not, than submerged the urge, placing the phone back on the table. A lone tear made way down her cheek and she brushed away before smiling to herself, shaking her head mentally, what is wrong with me? Her hand instinctively running and resting near her heart.
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Khushi didn't know when sleep took over her, or when exactly she made way to the bed, but she had. She was drenched in her dreams of her and her laad governor and their moments together. When a hand roved over her, and she flinched. Blinking, she drowsily opened her eyes twice trying to blocking out the seeping in sunlight. Her hand flew up and hid her eyes from the beaming rays, and she settled silently, heaving a breath. Than suddenly her eyes flew open and rested upon the figure lying next to her, her eyes widened, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips and still unsure if he was really there.
her brows arched questioningly, and her hand automatically went over his, entwining in its rightful place, like always.The peace, she had been so ardently searching for last night, making its way back to her.
'' i heard you were missing me'' he drawled in a lazy voice, eyes closed, but very much awake.
''you did ?''
grinning, he turned and faced her, meeting her doe like eyes, '' i missed you'' Arnav confessed admittedly.
Khushi moved closed, '' did sara call you?'' she asked searchingly.
'' no your heart did''
''Arnav Singh Raizada being filmy, what has the world come too'' she said dramatically, with a giggle
''if i can fall in love with a filmy woman, than surely her nature will rub off on me a little don't you think?'' he teased lightly.
'' of course it should '' pausing she bit the end of her lip slightly, '' but if you wanted to be really filmy, you should have said, our dil se dil ka connection was signaling''
a laughter than couldn't really be helped, sprouted from his lips and he watched over her in contentment, pulling her, so that her back was not settled on his chest, and his arms snaked around her waist, snuggling in her warmth.
''so why did you come home so early?'' she asked with a partial seriousness in her voice toying with his hands.
''i told you, i just had a feeling you needed me last night''
''to be honest, last night was a heck of a night''
''i know'' Arnav murmured against her ear, breathing partially on her, eliciting a serene sigh from her.
''do you also know, your daughter has a crush on a guy and is waiting for him to ask her out''
''the hell he will, khushi'' his tone slightly warned, as he started to release his grasp her on her, but she tilted her head to meet his eyes, '' what ? '' he groaned at her taunting gaze.
''i was someone's daughter also''
''you were not Arnav Singh Raizada's daughter, otherwise, you would have been bundled up from head to toe'' he churned, his voice slightly reaching the boiling point.
'' Arnav you will not do anything to mess this up for her...warna..'' Khushi warned sitting up a little, she broke away from his eye's that were now boring into hers.
''otherwise, what will do you'' he questioned, crossing his arm across his chest, suddenly in a playful mood.
struggling to find her words, Khushi looked here and there in fleeting anger that was only pretend when her eyes cast on Zoya's picture resting on the side table. She turned around almost immediately and, looked up at him, '' Warna, main apse naraaz hojaungi'' she whispered mimicking her youngest, in the same pouty but a little throaty voice and than broke into a fit of a giggles, when Arnav bundled her up in a hug and swept her away from the bed.
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this OS is a mush fest, i know but i am fine with it because today i felt like writing something cute and all sweet.đ
Also, the ''maine aapse naraaz hojana hai'' is a original and one piece dialogue my 3 year old niece thrives on đ
hope you like the OS
Do like or comment. I would love to know what you thought of it.
Shiz.
Shiv Shakti
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