Arhi FF: Aahista Aahista *NOTE* pg.129 - Page 19

Originally posted by: arnavkijalebi

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"The tickets are booked, sir. I have your grandmother registered for wheel chair assistance so that she could get to the cabin without trouble or delay."

"Yes, that's fine."

"Sir, the tickets in first class are for Anjali Raizada, Aakash Raizada, Manorama Raizada, Devyani Raizada, and yourself. Shall I confirm them?"

"Yes, anything else?"

"Sir, you haven't made any hotel reservations for accommodation. We have openings at the Ritz Carlton and St. Regis."

"I'll get back to you on that. Anything else?"

"No, sir."

Arnav ended the call as he buttoned up his vest. Grabbing his jacket, he walked to Anjali's room.

"Di?" He knocked and entered to find Anjali selecting western wear from an AR Design's catalog.

"Yes, Chotte?"

"I forgot to ask you. Should we make reservations at the Ritz Carlton or the St. Regis? I wanted to know which one you would prefer."

"No, Chotte, there's no need for that. The Gupta's have asked as to stay with them. They have quite a large house with enough rooms for all of us and it's more homely!"

"What the-? Di! Stay with them?"

"Their house is very close to the city, Chotte! And Nani would be so much more comfortable. You can't say no now! I've already accepted their offer."

"Seriously?"

"Very." Anjali's eyes twinkled in the knowing that Arnav would not object her.

"Unbelievable'" Arnav's indirect admmition to defeat announced as he left the room.

Anjali giggled and went back to selecting her outfits for their stay in New York. She only picked a few as she wanted an excuse to go shopping with Khushi. Once again smiling, Anjali dreamed of what it would be like if her Chotte accepted the proposal.

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Khushi plopped down onto her bed as she stretched out her toes in an attempt to revive them. They were tired and numb from a day in heels. Sighing, she sinked into the wall of pillows that lined her headboard. She would need a man that would massage her feet as she complained about her day, Khushi thought lazily, a half smile playing along her lips. She would have to be extra picky about her future husband.

Shooting up ramrod straight, Khushi stared at the calendar that hung on her wall. Three days. In three days, her so called "future husband" will be sleeping across the hall from her in all his double-chinned glory while trying to tie her down. Three freaking days. Khushi's nails instantly went to her teeth.

He wouldn't massage her feet, oh no, she would have to massage his. What if he had a hairy back? And what if he snored in his sleep and drooled? Khushi's eyes widened as she thought of the most horrific excuses she could think of. What if' what if he was weird and had feet fetishes? Hai Devi Maiya! She gasped and grabbed her iPhone off the bedside table and dialed Shyam.

"Babes, what is your problem?" Shyam yawned as he answered Khushi's call.

"I don't even like feet! I just wanted them massaged, but what if he has a fetish for them?" Khushi screeched.

"Whoa! Slow down. Now come again. Your masseuse has a fetish for your feet?" Shyam sat up in bed, trying to find the switch to his lamp.

"NO! Arnav Singh Raizada!"

"OMG, you met him? Oh good lord, Kay, you know were messing with you about the whole-"

"-No I didn't meet him, and I never want to!" Khushi whined, falling back into her pillows, which didn't seem so comfortable anymore.

"Uh' Are we on the same page here?"

"I was wondering if he will be weird and has a feet fetish." Khushi grimaced.

"So you didn't meet him'" Shyam confirmed.

"No. What if it's worse and there's a rain forest on his back?" Khushi was nearly wailing now.

"And you haven't seen his picture right?" Shyam continued.

"No, Shyam! Sheesh, why are you so annoyingly concerned about whether I see the man or not? You're not the one with a marriage proposal from him!"

"Oh honey, I wish..." Shyam muttered before he spoke back into the phone. "Kay, take a deep breath."

"Why should I?" Khushi shot at him.

"Because you called me at 2 in the morning to discuss the possible volume of body hair and feet fetish of a man you've never met, let alone seen!" Shyam shot back.

There was silence on the other end before Khushi finally spoke. "Shah, I'm going crazy. I'm so sorry. It's like sometimes I forget that I don't even have to say yes to his proposal and that it's like we're bound to be together or something'"

"Kay, go to sleep. You'll be relieved soon. I promise."

"Thanks, Shah."

"Anytime, babes. And may I give you some advice? It may make your life easier'" Shyam grinned with an evil smirk as Khushi eagerly accepted his offer.

"If you haven't seen his picture, well'" Shyam paused.

"Well?" Khushi asked.

"Well, then don't. You won't be able to handle it. Goodnight!" Shyam ended the call before doubling over laughing in his bed.

"WHAT?" Khushi screamed into a line that was now dead.

"How is that supposed to make my life easier? UGH!" Khushi slammed the phone back onto her bedside table and buried her head into the plush pillows. "Hai Devi Maiya, help me!"

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Arnav picked up the phone on the first ring. "No, there's no need for accommodations. It's been arranged."

"Yes, sir."

"And let the branch manager in New Jersey know about my visit. This would be a good time for the New York branch inauguration. Have him come meet me the second day I'm there. That's all."

Arnav ended the call and opened up his email to a new message from Anjali.

"As promised, a PDF on Khushi Kumari Gupta." Read the only sentence on the email.

"What? Is she serious?" Arnav shook his head as he opened the attached PDF file.

"What You Need To Know About Khushi Kumari Gupta (possible Singh Raizada)" The title page read. Rolling his eyes, Arnav scrolled down to the second page to find an oversized image of a troll face. Underneath, it was captioned: "Did you really think I was going to hand you your future wife's biodata on a silver platter? Think again, you budhu! Get to know her yourself! P.S. If you're reading this, I can't believe you actually opened the file. I'm disappointed, Chotte."

"Unbelievable man..." Arnav muttered as he deleted the email and returned to his file.

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Khushi woke up before everyone else that day and hurried to the kitchen. Even a night of sleep couldn't bring her relief. Only a fresh batch of steaming Jalebi dripping with syrup would ease her stress. Mixing the batter, Khushi felt her stress slowly ebb away.

An hour later, Khushi sat at the coffee table munching away on her homemade delicacies.

"Khushi, you made Jalebis for breakfast?" Khushi turned around to find her mother in a robe, staring at her in disbelief as she held the coffee kettle.

"I just felt like it'" Khushi muttered as she stuffed another one into her mouth in a manner that was far from lady like.

"Khushi will be Khushi'" Garima muttered as she prepared coffee. Just then her head shot back to her daughter.

"Khushi?"

"Gee, Ammaw?" Khushi managed while stuffing another jalebi into her mouth.

"They'll be here Friday night! You cleared your schedule for the next two weeks right?"

"As much as I could. Friday night is Ami's engagement with Zayn, so I can't be here to receive them. Sorry, Amma, but I can't cancel on Ami!"

"Tell Ami that Shashi and I are sorry we won't be there. Anyway, make some kheer on Saturday, okay? For Arnav bitwa?" Her mother smiled.

Khushi slowly turned her head to make eye contact with her mother. "Bitwa? Really?"

"Kyun nahi? I used to call him that when we lived in Delhi." Her mothered answered, meeting her gaze.

Shaking her head, Khushi turned back to her jalebis to inhale them into her black hole of a mouth.

"Oh and make sure, you use sweetener and not sugar. He's diabetic." Her mother added as she poured the coffee into mugs.

Khushi's mouth dropped in an 'O' shape and a half eaten jalebi fell from mouth. "Kya?" Khushi squealed as if in pain. "Diabetic?"

"Khushi, stop being so melodramatic about everything." Her mother chided as she left the kitchen with her coffee.

"Diabetic?" Khushi repeated, staring at her jalebis in horror. How was she, the most sugar consuming woman on the planet, supposed to marry him, a man who didn't have the physical ability to digest sugar?

Suddenly the warm, dripping jalebis that had comforted her made her feel sick. Groaning, she pushed away the plate of jalebis in front of her and walked to the couch, where she sank down.

"He's definitely fat. Young, hairy, fat, and diabetic. Does the list get longer? Am I forgetting something? Maybe he has a mole." Khushi muttered to herself in a horror fixed trance.

"Hai Devi Maiya, why is this happening to me? If there's no way out of this, I'll mix so much sugar into his kheer that he will be poisoned from it, and then I'll run away to Alaska!" Khushi promised to her goddess in a whisper and her finger pointed into the air emphasizing her point.

With a new air of confidence and fearlessness, Khushi walked to her room. "When all else fails, you plot a murder and leave the scene," she assured herself.

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