I seem to be on a roll at the moment. I have had this idea in my head for days and now finally i have wriiten it.
Chapter 1
"MAA..." Arnav screamed as he sat bolt upright. His forehead sweating, water trickling down his face. He ran his hand through his hair before pulling his covers off him and getting out of bed. He looked to check the time. 3 o'clock. 'Like clockwork' he thought. He got up and walked towards the french doors. He looked outside trying to forget the images still flashing in front of his eyes and haunting him since he could remember. He opened the door and walked outside. He looked outside staring at his own personal pool that he had installed around 3 years back. He opened the french doors leading to the outside walked up towards the side wall. Switching the floor lights on, he walked towards pool and started taking his ted baker crew neck top and hugo boss bottoms off. Standing there with just his gucci boxers on he took a dive allowing the cool water to drench over his lean and muscular body trying hard for the images to just go away. He swan for a good half an hour before getting out. He sat on the side of the pool with his feet in the water reflecting at how his life had changed from when he was younger.
'Maa' a seven year old Arnav shouted as soon as he got home from school waving a piece of paper and running towards his mum. Adita Malik was a woman in her late 30's. She had a long face, milky skin with the same chocolate eyes as Arnav. Her hair was up in a half bun with her sindoor visible at her parting. Dressed in a purple and gold block colour maheswari sari with just her gold bangles and mangalsutra adorning her. She turned to look at Arnav who had come rushing into the same kitchen at the back of their home. 'Maa maa. I got top marks in school today' Arnav gushed with a smile on his face. Adita looked down at him with a smile 'That's really good beta. Wait till your father hears this. He would so proud of you. Now go wash and change.' Arnav turned around and walked towards his room.
It wasn't a big house but it was home for him. Growing up in Laxmi Nagar, Delhi where things were tough but he could live with it. 'Home is where the heart' the saying goes and this was home. The house itself consists of the front room, which led towards the kitchen and a corridor. Along the corridor where three other rooms. Amit and Adita Malik's room, Anjali's room and Arnav's room. Just outside the kitchen towards the back end there was the washroom/laundry room.
Arnav had gone to put his bag on his bed in his room. He had one cupboard as you walk in towards the right side of his room. A single rickety bed in opposite the cupboard with just enough room to open the cupboard doors. A table and chair towards the left of the room under the window with all his books, papers, pens and pencils. It wasn't much but he didn't mind. He left his bag on his bed went to get a change of clothes and headed out towards the bathroom to get himself washed and cleaned using the water in the bucket in front of him.
Once his father got home he told him the news and Amit Malik was very proud of his son. He looked towards Adita and said 'Mark my words dear our boy is going to go far.'
Little did Arnav know how right his father was going to be when he remembered this memory with a little smile playing on his lips. He got up, walked towards the desk of draws and side cupboard which Anjali had insisted he put there for the towels and a laundry basket. He took his boxers off placed them in the laundry basket grabbed a towel and headed for a shower.
This had become a nightly ritual for the past three years. Before having the swimming pool installed he would just get his laptop out and start working. Anjali hated him doing this but she knew her brother would never listen. She was glad when he decided to get the pool done. 'At least it stops you waking up others at ungodly hours' she had told him once.
As soon as he had the shower he put another pair of gucci boxers on, went outside to pick up his clothes and placed them in the laundry basket before heading back in his room. His phone rang which was on the side table. Knowing full well it was his sister he sighed as he picked up answered the phone.
"Chote you ok?" Anjali asked worrying.
"Yes Di. Im fine. Will you stop this? You don't need to call me anymore. I am not a little boy anymore" Arnav answered with a slight annoyance. He always had the same conversation with his sister every night and now it was becoming annoying.
"I know but you will always be my baby brother. Anyhow just called to make sure you are ok. Goodnight Chote."
"Goodnight Di."
Arnav replaced the phone on his side table with a smirk on his face thinking his sister was too much. "God married and moved out and still bugging me" he thought but then he knew that was the best way as he didn't want his sister to know what he really got up to in the early hours of the morning. He went to his cupboard put on an Armani dark blue shirt leaving the top two buttons open with black trousers, got his phone and wallet and left via the back entrance he had recently gotten built on the property which led out towards the side of the house. He got on the phone to call Riya his current girlfriend. Finding out where she was he got in his SUV and drove off.
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"Dammit Khushi you're getting late" thought Khushi as she was running inside the airport. She got to the arrivals desk showed the woman on the other side of the desk her passport and ticket while hauling her suitcase on to the conveyer belt. The woman looked at Khushi then her passport and back at Khushi scrutinising her. Wearing a dolce and gabbana white skinny jeans with a Vivienne westwood glazed jersey cowl top in dark blue. Her shoulder bag on one shoulder slipping down her arm often revealing her dark blue bra strap. Her ipod clipped on her jeans with earplug in her ear while the other dangling down her top. The woman gave her boarding pass, passport and ticket back. She was very late getting up in the morning and now she was rushing. She tagged Khushi's suitcase while Khushi ran for the gate. She just about made her flight after all the running slightly breathless and her face flushed red. She was taken to the first class cabin where there was champagne waiting which she took and started drinking. Feeling the coolness of her drink going down her throat she let out a sigh. She was shown to her seat by the attendant who was busying looking at her appearance. Her face was still red, she was breathless after the running, her hair dishevelled due to the running but with minimal make up she still looked very beautiful. Khushi was also very tired after the late night party that was given in honour of leaving. Her best friends had thrown the bash as she was leaving for India for good.
It was Khushi's last day in England. She was going back to Delhi, India the next day. Her flight was around mid-morning. She looked around her room where she had been for the last three years while staying in oxford, the first year of course staying on campus. Everything was bare as she looked around not how she had it when she first got there and set everything up. Posters of Rihanna, usher, the vampire diaries and twilight had adorned her bedroom walls. Her desk full of papers, folders, stationary and a photo of her family. The wardrobe full of a lot of her designer clothes and shoes well when she could be bothered to tidy up. Normally her clothes would on the floor or on her bed or on her chair. She looked around again opening the side table draws, her wardrobe, the desk draws, the chest of draws and under the bed making sure she had packed everything up. The only thing she was taking back was the suitcase full of clothes and her shoulder bag. Everything else was being shipped back. She had already asked Priya to help sort everything out.
She then remembered she still had to get ready for her last night out. She headed towards Priya's room as they were house sharing along with Tina and Priti and went to put on her clothes which she had left in Priya's room.
Once they were ready all four of them headed out to dinner. Christine, Steven, Mark, Jay, Brad, Sarah, and Mia met them at the the Bangkok house restaurant. The place was an old pub but was now a restaurant. The inside dcor consisting of mahogany furniture.
A table had been booked and all of them sat down to eat. Khushi loved the thai food since she had tasted it for the first time three years prior on Priya's birthday party. Once dinner was over the bill paid, everyone got into the limo and left for London. Once there Khushi was surprised at what happened next.
"Priya where the hell are you taking me"
"Shhh Khushi! Trust me please."
Khushi had been told to wear something really sexy. She was wearing a Herv Lger metallic coated bandage dress in silver fitting her perfectly emphasising her curves, showing off her legs as the dress only reached up to her knees and exposing her back just above her waist. Her hair curled up and pinned towards the side, her eye shadow matching her dress while she wore red lipstick which she doesn't do so often. She looked stunning and she knew it. She had been blindfolded by Priya when they had got to London via the limousine which was hired for the night. Khushi was helped out of the limo by Priya followed by everyone else. They were all part of Khushi's inner circle from university but as this was a party her friends had given out invitations to other people they also knew from university. All were outside a club in central London where they had hired a private room and everyone else was waiting inside.
She was guiding in to the club where she was surprised with the amount of people who had come to wish her farewell before she was leaving the next day back to Delhi. On a table towards the left of the room there was a double chocolate gateau cake in the middle of the table with the inscription 'Farewell Khushi.' Assortments of sweets and savouries covered the table. Khushi was swiftly moved towards the table, handed a knife which she used to cut the cake and her friends all fed her. Champagne was ordered, Jay opened it while Christine handed out the glasses and everyone who was anyone toasted to Khushi. Khushi was feeling overwhelmed but tried not to cry. "Let's party" was the only she said before everyone cheered and sent out whopping noises. Everyone was buying her drinks all night. She must have had cocktails, shots and more champagne. She knew she was getting very tipsy but she didn't give a damn. She was heading back home tomorrow back to her parents who knew nothing about her life in oxford where she had been for the last four years studying a business course before going on to do her MBA.
Khushi was woken up from her dream by the air stewardess.
"Maam would you like your lunch" she asked. Khushi very sleepy "Oh...Yes...Thank you" while trying hard not to yawn. She hadn't realised how tired she would be when she sat on the plane. Once the plane had taken off and when she was allowed to she had taken her seat belt off put her seat down and went to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Now she was awake she went to freshen up. She came back to her seat to find the stewardess handing out food. Khushi was really hungry. She realised she hadn't eaten since the party the night before. Once she got to her seat pulled her seat back up into a seating position and tucked into her food when the stewardess gave it to her not noticing a pair of dark brown eyes looking her way.
"Excuse me maam. That gentlemen over there ask me to give you this" handing Khushi a piece of paper. She opened it up and read 'God must have had to think twice before letting you roam around the earth cause you sure know how to break hearts wherever you go.' Khushi almost chocked on the piece of food she had in her mouth. She looked up at him a little annoyed. She then took out a pen from her purse and wrote a reply. She handed the piece of paper back to the stewardess. The stewardess made her way to the gentlemen. He took the piece of paper, opened it and read the reply. 'That is the most pathetic pick up line I have ever heard.' He was trying hard to hold down the laughter bubbling up inside of him. He got up and walked over to her. "So you get picked up a lot on the plane then" he asked. "No but there is always time for a first" not looking up at him. "Look I think we may have got off on the wrong foot. I'm not used to picking up women especially one as beautiful as you are" he said sincerely. Khushi turned around to look at him. He was quite a handsome looking man. Brown eyes, chiselled jaw and sincere smile. "Well its best to just start by introducing yourself to a girl" Khushi replied after a while returning back to her food. "OK. I guess we can try that. I'm Nandkishore Malhotra. NK for short" he said extending his hand. "I'm Khushi. Khushi Kumari Gupta" looking up at him and taking his hand in hers.
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