Arshi Love Saga is a series of incidents (not in chronological order) that could happen in Arnav and Khushi's life.. nothing dramatic, no masala, just cute, sweet and romantic moments that they share!
boreddamsel. No part of my work may be reproduced or shared without my permission.Her eyes fluttered open; Khushi yawned as she looked up from the dining table. She had dozed off, while waiting for Arnav. She looked at all the food on the table and then at the clock on the wall. It was close to 11pm. Where is Arnavji? She picked up her mobile phone and dialed his number. The phone rang; he picked up on the fourth ring.
"Khushi? You are still awake?" Arnav sounded annoyed.
"Arnavji, I.." Khushi started saying, but Arnav cut her off.
"I asked you to not wait up for me right. Things are crazy here, sweetheart. Go to bed."
"Arnavji, but.."
"Khushi, go to bed! I will see you when I get home. Bye." and the call got cut.
Khushi made an annoyed face, exhaled deeply and got off the dining table. She picked up all the food and took it to the kitchen.
Khushi's eyes fluttered open. She yawned and sat up on the bed, stretching her arms. She looked to the side and saw Arnav sprawled on the bed, on his stomach, still dressed in his formal clothes and shoes. Khushi smiled, leaned close to him and placed a quick kiss on his forehead. Khushi started to move away, when she felt his hand on her wrist. She turned around and saw him look at her, with one eye open, still drowsy. He moved towards her and placed his head on her lap and put his arms around her waist. He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep, as she smiled and caressed his hair.
Tring. Tring. His phone rang. Khushi leaned forward and picked up his phone. "Sita?" Khushi saw the name flash on the mobile phone screen. Arnav sat up quickly on the bed and grabbed the phone from her.
"Yes, Sita. Tell me." Khushi looked at Arnav, confused as he got up from the bed and paced the floor, worried.
A few minutes later, Arnav threw the phone on the bed and picked up his towel and walked to the bathroom.
"Arnavji?" Arnav turned around as he reached the bathroom door. "Is everything alright?" Arnav nodded, smiled and walked into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Khushi had a naughty smile on her face, as she walked to him. He looked up, as he dried his hair with another towel. She grabbed the towel from his hand and he looked at her confused. She threw the towel on the bed and put her arms around his waist and pulled him towards her, pressing her body tightly against his. Arnav raised his eyebrows, amused and then slowly bent down to kiss her on her lips, when his phone rang again. Khushi made an annoyed face, as Arnav turned around and picked up his phone from the bed. "Yes, Sita. Tell me. Huh? What the.. ? Ok, I will meet you there in 15 minutes." He turned around and walked to the wardrobe to pick up a shirt. Khushi watched him, her eyes open wide.
"What?" Arnav noticed her blank expression. He was on the recliner, putting on his shoes.
"You have to leave? So early?" Khushi asked, with a puppy dog expression on her face.
Arnav put his hand out, she took it and he pulled her on to his lap. "Sorry, sweetheart. AR's annual fashion show is in a week and there is so much work to do. Things are going wrong, people aren't doing their work as they should be, merchandise isn't reaching when it's supposed to .. you have no clue, sweetheart". Khushi's face contorted with worry. Arnav smiled.
"But my sweetheart doesn't have to worry about that". He placed kisses on her forehead and her cheeks. He pulled her close and put his arms around her in a tight embrace. "I promise you it is just for a few more days."
Khushi pulled away and nodded, with a faint smile on her face. "I miss you."
"I do too. I will make it up to you. I promise." Arnav said with a naughty smirk. He leaned in closer. But as their lips almost touched, his phone rang again.
"What the.. " Khushi screamed in anger. Arnav raised his eyebrows and chuckled. Khushi blushed.
Arnav picked up the call, saw the number and his smile disappeared. "Yes, Sita. Tell me. Ok, I will see you there in a bit. Yes, yes, I am leaving now. See you soon!" Khushi looked confused. Who is this Sita? Arnav unconsciously moved Khushi aside and then got up from the recliner. He picked up his coat and walked out, still talking to the phone. Khushi watched him walk away, an annoyed expression on her face. He forgot to say bye. She made a puppy dog face.
"Hello?"
"Arnavji? Did you eat lunch?"
"Khushi, I can't talk right now".
"Arnavji, did you have lunch? I made you your favorite .."
"Khushi, I need to go. I will call you. Yes, Sita. Give me a minute. Khushi, bye, I will call you in a bit." Call went dead.
Khushi stared at the phone.
"Hello?"
"Arnavji, when will you come home? Will you be late again today?"
"Yes, go sleep. Don't wait up for me."
"Arnavji, why don't I come to your office. I will bring your food. We can eat dinner together."
"Khushi, please. I have lots of work to do. I will see you at home."
"But, Arnavji.."
"Sita, I mean Khushi, I will talk to you later. Let me get back to work. Yes, Sita. Hold on." Call went dead.
Khushi stared at the phone, tears in her eyes.
Khushi paced the floor. Sita, Sita, Sita. Who is this Sita? Why is Arnavji spending more time with her than me? Should I go to his office and find out? No, Khushi. Arnavji is busy with work. He won't like it. But, why can't he work here? Why is he working with Sita? Khushi, stop it. He loves you. He is just busy with his work. He is not there to spend time with Sita. He is just working. He is busy. Stop thinking about it. Eat and go sleep. Khushi nodded, sat down on the dining table and placed some pooris and aloo curry on her plate. As she ate, she smiled. This puri is so yummy and the aloo, just the way Arnavji would have loved it. Arnavji.. maybe I should go to his office. Stop it, Khushi. No. You won't go to his office. But I need to find who Sita is. She got up from her seat and then shook her head and sat down. No, no, no. You trust Arnavji. You love him, he loves you. If you trust him, you will stay at home and wait for him. Yes, that is what you will do. She sat down and continued to eat.
After dinner, Khushi cleared the table. She looked at the clock. It was almost 10pm. She walked into the kitchen and started cleaning and arranging the dishes. After she was done, she walked to the living room. She looked at the clock. It was 11pm. She sat down on the couch and picked up a magazine. While reading it, she kept falling asleep. She finally stood up and started walking to the bedroom. It was almost midnight. As she walked up the stairs, she dialed Arnav's number. The call went to voicemail. Why is he not picking up? She threw the phone on the bed, annoyed. She walked to the bathroom.
Khushi climbed into bed and pulled the blanket over her. She looked at her mobile; nope, no missed call. She dialed his number again. It went to voicemail. Khushi's face was fuming. Why is he not picking up? Oh, he must be busy with Sita. Maybe I will call Amanji. Amanji is his manager, so he has to be in his office, working late with him. She dialed Aman's number.
A very sleepy Aman picked up. "Hello, Khushi bhabi. It's so late. What is wrong?"
"Amanji, you were sleeping? Are you not in office?"
"No, Bhabhi. I am at home. I.."
"But, isn't the fashion show next week? Arnavji has been working so late. Why are you.."
"I don't know, bhabhi. I have been.."
Khushi threw the phone on the bed and ran out of the room.
"No, ma'am. You can't go in there. ASR is in a meeting". The receptionist called after her. Khushi ran up the stairs, two steps at a time. How dare she.. how could she even think of stealing my husband from me. My husband! I will show her. Khushi muttered.
She threw the door open and yelled, "Don't you have any shame, spending day and night with a married man? How dare you.. " Her eyes opened wide.
Arnav looked up and so did the man sitting across the table from him. Khushi looked at Arnav and then at the man and then back at Arnav. Arnav got up from his seat, looking worried. "Khushi, sweetheart, is everything alright?" He looked at the man. "Sita, can you give us a moment?" Sita nodded, stood up and walked to Khushi. He smiled as he walked past her.
"Sita?" Khushi said softly.
Arnav walked to her quickly and grabbed her arms, worried. "Khushi, are you alright? Is Di alright? Is something wrong?"
"Sita?" Khushi said softly again, confused.
"Huh? Sita? That is my manager. He is the temporary replacement for Aman. Aman has been on paternal leave, for the past month. You know, I tried three other managers. None of them were as good as Aman. Finally, I found Sita a few days ago. He is brilliant. I am wondering whether I should make him permanent at AR, maybe as Aman's .. Khushi? Are you alright?" He stopped as he realized that Khushi was not listening to him.
"Sita? She is not a she.. I mean he is not a she.."
"Huh? Khushi? what?"
"Sita .. I mean why is his name Sita?"
Arnav smiled. "Oh, his name is Sitaram. He goes by the name Sita. Why?" Arnav looked confused. Then suddenly he raised his eyebrows. Khushi gulped. Arnav burst into laughter.
"You thought.. that Sita and I.." Arnav took a few steps back, laughing. "That I was.. that Sita was.. "
Khushi made an annoyed face. It was an honest mistake. Arnav still laughing, walked back to her and took her in his arms, in a tight embrace.
"I love you, sweetheart. You are adorable. You look so cute when you are jealous."
"Jealous? Me? No, I .. I was just.."
"You were just what, sweetheart.." Arnav chuckled.
"I.. hmm.. never mind. I am sleepy, I am going home." She pulled away and turned around.
"Hmm.. not so fast", Arnav pulled her back and she crashed into his chest. "You didn't trust me, now you will be punished." Arnav said, with a naughty smile on his face. He bent down and picked her up in his arms. He carried her out of his office and down the stairs.
Sita and the receptionist looked up as Arnav walked past them. Arnav stopped and turned to Sita. "Sita, I am going home. Why don't you both go get some sleep? I will see you tomorrow morning." Sita and the receptionist nodded.
Arnav smiled as he walked to the door. "Khushi, the receptionist is Sita's wife, by the way." Khushi raised her eyebrows, then blushed and hid her face in his chest. He smiled and looked into her eyes, as he carried her to the car.
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Dedicated to jennymyola, who wanted to see a jealous Khushi.
I know some IPK fans aren't happy seeing only romance on screen and are craving for drama.. but tell me, does drama always need to be depressing and lead to rona dhona??? Yes, I agree life, and TV shows, are not all about romance.. you need drama.. but does all drama need to have bad villains and fragile sisters! Ok, no more comments about the show.. tell me, what did you think about the new installment of Arshi love saga? Do leave your comments!
You can see that the current track is affecting me.. well, thanks to track and my fear of the upcoming rona dhona, I want to write a lot of romance.. lol 😆.. hopefully you will enjoy it too, I mean the romance I write.. (you enjoy rona dhona?? 😕).. check out You, me and rabba ve! and Aankhon ki gustaakhiyaan if you haven't already! I won't be updating anything else for a while, sorry!
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