Arshi Love Saga! - Page 14

Khushi sat on the bed and looked at the clock on the wall; it was 5pm; where is Arnavji? His fashion show starts in an hour and he promised he would get home before that and we could go together. She made an annoyed face and folded her arms; I will not go if he doesn't come to pick me up. There was a knock on the door; Khushi looked up as Anjali walked in. Anjali had a broad smile on her glowing face and looked beautiful in her light pink saree; her baby bump was showing through the transparent saree. Khushi stood up, "Di, did you need something? You could have called me, I would have come to you." Anjali shook her head and gave Khushi a package. "Someone from Chotte's office brought this here. It is for you, Khushiji." Anjali looked at Khushi from top to bottom and then opened her mouth wide. "Khushiji, you are still not ready. We need to leave in 15 minutes and you know we cannot get delayed. This is AR's biggest event and Chotte will need our support." Khushi nodded, took the package from Anjali and then looked at it, with a half-hearted smile. Anjali raised her eyebrows and touched Khushi's face. "Khushiji, Chotte must be really busy, that's why he couldn't come home. Don't worry, once this fashion show is over, I know he will make it up to you. Now please smile, Khushiji." Khushi looked at Anjali and smiled. "Good, now get ready soon and come down, ok?" Anjali smiled and walked away.

Khushi threw the package on the recliner and walked to the wardrobe. She took out a red saree and walked to the bathroom. When she reached the bathroom, she turned around and looked at the package on the recliner. She looked away and opened the bathroom door. Just when she was about to step in to the bathroom, she turned around, threw the saree on the bed and walked to the recliner. She sat down on the recliner and opened the gift wrapping. Inside was a package with a card stuck to it. Khushi smiled and took the card out and read it out loud. "Sweetheart, I am sorry I couldn't come home now; I got stuck with some last minute meetings. Please please forgive me. I love you a lot, babe and can't wait to take you in my arms and hug you and show you how much I love you! Looking forward to all that and more! Laad Governor. P.S I want you to wear what is inside this package, I specially designed this for you, my love! Can't wait to see you!" Khushi opened the package and her eyes widened; a big smile appeared on her face.

"How do I look, Anjali bitiya?" Mami asked. "Stunning as always, Mamiji." Anjali said, with a smile. "Nani, you should come too. I know Chotte will appreciate that", she said turning to Nani. Nani touched Anjali's arm, "Anjali bitiya, what will I do there? I always feel very uncomfortable at Chotte's fashion shows. Anjali bitiya?" Anjali's eyes had widened and she was looking towards the stairs. Nani followed Anjali's gaze and her eyes widened too. Payal slowly walked towards the stairs and said, " Khushi, you are looking so beautiful!". Khushi was coming down the stairs, dressed in a bright red lehenga, with heavy green and gold embroidery on it; her gold jewelry was simple but elegant, complete with a kundan tikka, placed over the red sindhoor, that covered the parting of her hair. Anjali also walked to Khushi and touched her face. "Khushiji, you look stunning. Did Chotte send you this?" Khushi looked away, blushing and nodded. "I see", Anjali giggled. "Chotte does want to show off his wife today." Everyone smiled and everyone except Nani slowly walked to the door.

The venue was bustling with reporters, models, people from the film and fashion industry and well-known businessmen. One of the employees escorted the Raizada family to their seats; Arnav had appointed security guards to make sure that his family was guarded from the media. Khushi sat down and looked around. She then looked at her phone; no calls from Arnav, yet. She let out a sad sigh and pouted. Anjali touched her hand and smiled; she shook her head and said, "Chotte will come soon, don't worry, Khushiji." Just then, Anjali looked up as Aman walked to them. "Khushi ma'am, ASR wants to see you. Can you come with me?" Khushi looked at Aman and then at Anjali. "See, Chotte missed you too. Go, go, see him". Khushi hugged Anjali and stood up and followed Aman with a huge smile on her face; she could hear her heart beating loudly even over the noise from the crowd. Aman took her backstage, looked around and turned to her. "ASR asked me to bring you here. I guess he will join you here soon. Ma'am, I need to attend to something else. I'm sorry, but I will be right back." Before Khushi could say anything, Aman ran off into the crowd. Khushi looked around; a few people were running around, yelling; she caught a few words; "fix the lights", "the show is about to start", "why is the sound not coming", "oh no, ASR will kill us", "where are the models? are they ready?", "you know ASR will kill us if something goes wrong in AR's annual fashion show." Suddenly Khushi felt a breeze, she turned around and saw Arnav walk away, in front of her. She yelled, "Arnavji", but the noise around her drowned her voice. Arnav walked away and disappeared around a white wall. Khushi lifted her lehenga and ran to the wall. As she turned around the wall, she stopped stunned. It was dark; where did Arnavji go?

Suddenly there was a spotlight on her. Khushi raised her eyebrows and looked around. A gasp arose from the crowd. Anjali saw Khushi standing at the stage and she heard comments around her. "Who is she? Wait, isn't she the same girl from last year? What is she doing here?" Mami commented, "Oh no, how did phatti sari end up there? I hope she knows what she is doing." They looked around nervously at the shocked crowd around them. Khushi looked around, hearing gasps and feeling scared. "Arnavji?" she said softly. She closed her eyes and took a few steps back; she accidentally stepped on her lehenga and tripped. Strong arms broke her fall; she opened her eyes and looked straight into the most handsome face that she had ever seen; her heart started pounding in her chest as she recognized the loving, brown eyes. A smile appeared on her face as she softly said his name. "Arnavji?" She was oblivious to the flashes around her, as the media captured photographs of the stunning couple. They looked at each other for a while, but they looked away suddenly, hearing applause. Arnav helped her stand up straight and Khushi looked around, "Arnavji? Are we on stage? What are we.. and what are you wearing." Khushi was shocked seeing Arnav wearing a black sherwani. Arnav grinned and a second later, winced in pain and said, "Ouch!" as Khushi punched his arm. "That is for ignoring me when I called you earlier". Arnav smiled and held his ears with his fingers. He leaned closer to her, lifted her pallu and placed it over her head. Khushi raised her eyebrows and looked at him, confused. Bright lights illuminated the stage and Khushi looked around; they were standing at the center of the stage. Khushi could see people sitting on either sides of the ramp; Anjali, Payal and Mami waved at her, excited.

Khushi's thoughts were interrupted and she looked at Arnav when she heard him say, "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, my beautiful wife, Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. One year ago, she fell into my arms at AR's annual fashion show in Lucknow and today one year later, there is no one else I love more on this earth". Khushi's eyes filled up with tears; she remembered how she had fallen into his arms at the fashion show last year. He looked at her and smiled and took her hand in his. "My wife taught me that marriage is God's blessing, the purest relationship in the world". Khushi's eyes widened; she remembered the time when Arnav had warned her to not teach Lavanya about marriage, the time she had accused him of having a bad character. A tear rolled down her cheek, as she realized that Arnav was saying the same words that she had screamed at him, as she explained the meaning of marriage. Arnav continued to say, smiling at Khushi and squeezing her hand, "Marriage - when someone promises to spend the rest of their life with another, when someone doesn't want to be separated from the other even after their death, when one hopes that they get all their partner's sorrows, all their pain and if necessary, they are willing to give their life to save the other's life. It is with this promise that life becomes complete! So I welcome you, one and all, to AR's annual fashion show 2012; the theme of today's show is marriage and I dedicate this show to my lovely wife!" Arnav bent down and scooped her up in his arms; he slowly walked to the end of the ramp and stopped; his eyes never leaving hers. Cameras flashed around them and the audience cheered. Arnav smiled, turned around and walked back to the end of the stage. Once they reached backstage, Arnav walked past his employees who were asking him questions; he kept walking, ignoring all the questions.

The audience watched and cheered as Arnav walked off stage. A reporter turned to her camera, "Girls all over the nation will be heart-broken today; Arnav Singh Raizada just admitted that he is happily married. His wife is breathtakingly beautiful; she looked stunning in the lehenga that was designed by none other than ASR. Are you girls alive? Arnav Singh Raizada, in a sherwani? Who knew love could change even this angry and arrogant businessman. But his employees confirm that he is still the same ASR; what we saw today was his love for his wife! Let us wish the lovebirds a happy and long married life." Suddenly there was a loud buzzing as a helicopter flew over their heads. The reporter turned back to the camera, "As always, AR's fashion show surpasses all other shows nationwide; you have to applaud Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, what an amazing entrance.. ASR and his wife, dressed as a newly married couple and ASR posed for pictures this time, carrying his wife in his arms! And now what a grand exit in a helicopter! You never cease to amaze us, Mr Raizada! Reporting live from the AR annual fashion show at Delhi, this is '" Anjali giggled and shook her head, "Looks like we won't be seeing Chotte and Khushiji for a few days."

When Khushi opened her eyes, she raised her eyebrows in awe. She was in a small room, filled with candles and roses. The bed that she was sitting on was covered with rose petals and there were jasmine and rose garlands hanging from the ceiling. She could hear the loud sound of waves crashing against the beach. Where am I? Khushi wondered. She sat up from the bed, remembering what had happened after they had left the fashion show. Arnav had carried her and placed her in the helicopter. As they flew out of the fashion show venue, she had asked him where they were going, but he had refused to tell her. She had started to tell him that Di and others must be worried about them, when she noticed the spectacular night view of the city. She moved to the window and looked at the lights; she must have fallen asleep sometime afterwards.

Khushi looked up as the door to the room opened and Arnav walked in, still dressed in his sherwani. Khushi's heart skipped a beat; he looked so handsome! He moved the flower garlands aside and sat down on the bed next to her. She looked away, blushing. He took her face in his hands and leaned closer. He whispered, "You look so beautiful... Khushi, my lovely blushing bride". He pressed his lips gently against hers; she squirmed with pleasure and parted her lips. She put her arms around him and pressed her body against his as their tongues played with each other. Arnav put his hands around her and his fingers traced her bare back all the way up to her pearl dori. "I want you to forget the past; consider this a new beginning, sweetheart". Arnav broke the pearl dori and Khushi raised her eyebrows. He put one hand behind her head and placed kisses along her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned close to him. She placed kisses along his jaw and nibbled on his ears, whispering, "Arnavji, I don't want to forget any of those memories. I want to cherish each moment I spent with you!" Arnav helped her lie on the bed and they made love, amidst flickering candles, as the waves crashed against the sands outside.

"Thank you", Khushi said, smiling. Arnav and Khushi had spent the next two days on a private island, owned by AR, in the Arabian sea! Love was in the air and the island was filled with laughter as the lovebirds enjoyed each other's company, without any disturbances. Arnav had switched off his mobile phone and had not carried his laptop with him. They had gone swimming in the sea; they had ended up splashing water on each other and hugging and kissing while still floating in the cold water. Arnav had even taken Khushi scuba diving; she had been amazed seeing the fish, water animals and plants at the floor of the sea. They often took walks down the beach, their arms around each other and their hair flying in the breeze. Khushi looked up at Arnav, her head was on his chest, his arm around her body and their legs entwined. They were lying on a hammock that was set up in between two trees, outside the hut that they had been living in. Khushi put her head on his chest again and stared at the stars, twinkling in the night sky. "I love you, Arnavji!" She put her arms around him and hugged him tight. Arnav smiled and placed a kiss on her hair and said softly, "I love you too, Khushi!"

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Ok, ok, I agree I'm sure ASR will not admit that he loves her in front of everyone.. but I don't care right now! I needed to write something really cute and romantic to feel better and make me forget the sad promo, and I do feel much better.. (edited) and then came across mishti's spoiler saying no MU between Arshi.. yay... now jumping with joy !! (edited)

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