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Aman was walking into the kitchen to grab some ice cubes, when he saw Khushi struggling to open the lid of a box.
"Khushi, give it to me. I'll open it." Aman suggested, seeing her frantic struggle. Khushi was a bit startled at his presence, but nevertheless, she handed over the box to him. "Oh! Thanks. Something is wrong with it and Arnav isn't at home either to help out. I think it is jammed."
Instantly, the lid opened with the enormous masculine strength acquired with years of toiling hard and he handed back the box to her.
"You should start addressing me as Khushi Bhabhi." She reminded him, smiling gratefully. "I hope Arnav has told you about the marriage and I hope you don't have any problem being my witness for the marriage." She continued, trying to pick up a conversation with him.
"Yeah, he told me." Aman replied back.
"So Aman, Arnav has finally decided to get married. What about you? Aren't you interested in following your Bhai's footsteps?" Khushi asked teasingly, trying to pull his leg.
"All girls are not like you." Aman replied, letting out a sigh.
"Don't tell me you never liked any girl!" She exclaimed, her mouth opening with surprise. "Tell me. There must have been someone in your life." She added, nudging his arm. "Maybe someone back at home?"
"Actually, there was someone a long time back."Aman confessed, with a faint smile on his face. "But when she came to know about my profession, she made me chose between her and this world. I chose my work. That's it. We ended it."
"Oh! Don't worry Aman. I'm sure you will find someone for you." She consoled him, patting his shoulder.
"Khushi Bhabhi," he addressed her for the first time, feeling a kind of reverence for this woman beside him. "You really love Arnav Bhai a lot, don't you? I mean it must have been difficult for you to take this decision."
"Yeah, it is tough especially when others around, abandon you when you need them the most." Khushi replied, thinking about Lavanya and Akash, sighing at her fate. "But Aman, when my Buaji died and I thought that I had no purpose to live this life, it was Arnav who said that I should live for him. He gives me a reason to live. You may not understand why I am choosing Arnav because you are not alone in this world. You have a family to look upto, who loves you and cares for you. But I have no one. And so does Arnav. He has become my only family now and I have become his. He is the one that gives me the love and care when I need it. That's why I chose him, to spend the rest of my life with."
"You are also a part of our little family, you know. Maybe Arnav isn't very vocal about his feelings, but he considers you as his brother, even more than you know. Yesterday night, while we were sleeping, he kept saying about how he wished you too were coming along with us to Bangkok. But then he said, you wouldn't because you had your family to look after here in India."
When Aman had walked into the kitchen, he had never imagined for this conversation to take this turn. Every word from her mouth stabbed his heart, awakening the guilt conscience inside him. All the venomous words of Shyam replayed in his mind. No, those words weren't true. Khushi was right. Arnav wasn't very vocal with his feelings, but that didn't mean he had taken advantage of him and exploited him in any way.
No, he couldn't betray his friend.
Looking up, he could see Khushi's dream filled eyes envisioning her future with his best friend. No, he couldn't shatter those dreams in her eyes. It was absolutely wrong. She was infact, an innocent party to this whole mess and destroying Arnav would mean destroying her life too.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Arnav entering the kitchen behind him.
"What's going on? Why is it so serious in here?" Arnav asked, letting out a chuckle.
"Ah, nothing. He was just helping me out." Khushi said, waving out her hand, chiding away the matter.
"You seem to be in a very good mood." Arnav pointed out, coming up behind her while he snaked his hands over her waist, managing to give a quick peck on her lips.
"Arnav! What are you doing?" Khushi hissed out, gesturing at Aman who was standing right next to her, while she slapped his arms to free herself from his grip.
"So what? He doesn't mind it. Aman, do you mind me cuddling my fianc?" Arnav asked, pulling Khushi even more close to his chest.
"No Bhai." Aman replied and walked out of the kitchen, leaving behind the two love birds to themselves. Turning back, he could see how both of them were enjoying in each other's arms, their entire future ahead of them looking perfect. He had never seen Arnav like this before. It was an entirely new side to him and he couldn't believe how much love had changed a man like him. The cold blooded, ruthless, indifferent side of him was hardly visible behind that smiling face.
He had never known about Arnav's past, but he knews that there were some deeply engraved scars. During the decade spent with him, he had seen his best friend's struggle, he had seen with his own bare eyes the nightmares that haunted Arnav's nights. When he was finally getting a shot at happiness after all these years, how could he snatch it away from him?
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"So where did you go?" Khushi asked, frying the parathas on the pan on the other side.
"I have bought something for you." Arnav replied, swinging his legs while he sat on the kitchen counter.
"What?" Khushi shot back curiously, peeking at Arnav's hands and found a huge packet in it. "What is it?"
"Come here." He called her and she agreed, striding towards him. Pulling her closer while trapping her inbetween his legs, he finally handed over the cover to her. "Open it and see for yourself."
Khushi enthusiastically opened it and found a gorgeous red bridal saree with intricate gold border awaiting her. "How? What?" she exclaimed stunned with the surprise. A bridal saree was never on the cards for her court marriage as she had envisioned it to only be a simple ceremony.
"You like it?" Arnav asked anxiously, scanning her face for her reaction.
"I love it." Khushi broke down, as overwhelmed tears rolled down her eyes. "Why?"
"I cannot give you a grand wedding. But I can give you this. When you marry me, I want you to truly feel like a bride. It should be a memorable day for you. That's the least I can do for you." Arnav said, pulling her closer to his chest, wiping away the tears from her face with his fingers. "I know this marriage means a lot to you."
"Thank you." Khushi whispered as she buried her face on his chest.
"You're welcome." He replied, rubbing her back soothingly.
Suddenly, he saw Aman coming downstairs and rushing off towards the door with a worried expression on his face. Arnav knew this was the right time to follow him. Something was up and maybe if he stalked him, he would come to the root of his friend's problem.
"Khushi." He pushed her away from him. "I have to go now. I'll be back soon." He added, jumping down from the kitchen counter.
"Now where are you going?" Khushi asked worriedly, running after him.
"I've got some sneaking around to do." Arnav replied, pointing at Aman who was starting his bike outside the house. "And no, this time I don't want you to come with me. Take care. Bye!" he told her hurriedly and rushed out of the door as Aman's bike sped away.
"Bye!" Khushi called out, closing the door after him. Right now, she was feeling ecstatic and overwhelmed receiving the bridal saree from him. It was simply beyond what she had envisioned. As she hugged the red fabric closer to her chest, the realisation that she was going to be a bride slowly sunk into her.
Khushi Gupta was going to be someone's wife, Arnav Singh Raizada's wife.
Mrs. Khushi Raizada.
The name itself was enough to stir a warm feeling in her heart, a feeling of bliss knowing that she belonged to Arnav and he belonged to her. She was finally going to be legally known as his wife, although she had already given up her soul to him.
Smilingly, she went back to her kitchen chores, feeling a bit light after a long time, especially since the whole Lavanya drama.
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"Why did you call me?" Aman asked, stepping into Shyam's house, wondering what plans were awaiting him.
"I just wanted to confirm about tomorrow's plans. Bring him to the Old Fort at 10:00 am. Make sure you confiscate all his weapons. I don't want a bloody bath to take place. The smoother the things go, the better it will be for everyone." Shyam replied, focussing his sharp gaze on Aman. "Don't mess it up. Everything depends on you. All you have to do is bring him there."
"What about my family?" Aman asked through his gritted teeth, trying to control his anger.
"As soon as you bring him to the spot, on the other side, you're family will be released with no harm." Shyam replied coolly, letting out an evil laugh. "But!" his voice tapered dangerously, hissing into Aman's ears. "If you try to act smart, everyone will be finished, especially your baby sister. And trust me, it's not going to be a pretty sight for you at all."
Right at that minute, Aman wanted to retrieve out his gun and fire a bullet right into that man's head, closing this chapter once and for all. But he knew that a cunning person like him must have definitely made back up plans for this. And from the magnitude of the plan, he knew that right now, even Shyam's death wouldn't ensure the safety of his family. As long as they were hidden securely in some part of the state, there wasn't any way to locate them. Only Shyam had the key to their safe release.
"I also got to know that Khalid has deployed special security for him. Now, it will be your duty to convince them to let down their guard for sometime. They know you are a trusted man of him. So use that advantage and convince them." Shyam whispered so that only Aman could hear him. "10:00 am sharp. Don't disappoint me! And you may now leave." he said, pointing at the door.
Casting down his eyes with helplessness, Aman walked out of the traitor's house, feeling defeated and dreadful as every second passed, all the while, unaware of the pair of eyes that were following him furiously behind his back.
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Arnav didn't know how to react. He wasn't even sure whether the conversation that he had heard right now between Shyam and Aman was even true. He couldn't hear it clearly as it was barely audible outside the door. But from the bits and pieces of what he had heard, he knew that they were plotting an attack on someone. But who was it? And why were Aman's family involved in all this?
Had Shyam said that his best friend's family will be released? But weren't they back home in Rohtak? What were Aman and Shyam talking about?
Oh no! Was Aman being blackmailed to do something against his will? Is this why he had looked so distressed all these days?
But the biggest question was who were they really planning to attack?
Nothing made sense to him right now.
Why was Aman hiding it from him even after persistently asking him about his problems from a long time? What was it that he couldn't share it with him?
He looked at Aman walking ahead of him, looking even more dreadful and worried than the time he had stepped into Shyam's house. Arnav knew that his best friend was not going to open up his mouth that easily. But how could he find out?
Wait! First he had to be absolutely sure that what he had heard was true.
Aman's family!
Yes, maybe he could call them up and check what is actually going on. Retrieving out his mobile, he dialled Aman's house number. Within two rings, it was picked up and a male voice greeted on the other side.
"Hello, this is Arnav. Who is it?"
"Arnav Bhai! This is Jeet." Aman's younger brother instantly recognised the voice, getting relieved a bit to hear the familiar voice.
"Is everything alright at home?" Arnav asked, jumping straight to the point.
"No Bhai! Nothing is alright." Jeet replied with a worried voice. "Didn't Aman Bhai tell you what happened? Everything is in a mess." And Jeet began to explain everything, while Arnav's eyes widened with absolute shock as the reality finally appeared before his eyes.
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Khushi heard the door bell ring and walked towards the entrance to open it. Maybe Arnav had returned back home, she concluded. But opening the door, she was shocked to find an unexpected visitor announcing his arrival.
"Khalid Bhai?" Khushi stammered, enormously surprised to find him here. As much as she could recollect, Arnav had never mentioned about his impending arrival.
"I had some paper work to fill and needed your details. Isn't Arnav at home?" He asked, peeping behind her shoulders.
"No, he has gone out. Come in." She let him inside.
"Oh! It's alright. I can manage with you too." He said, letting himself in, taking a seat on the couch. "Here are your tickets to Malaysia." He continued handing over the envelope to Khushi. "And I'm sure Arnav must have arranged for the passports already."
"I needed your personal details to submit to the Registrar for the marriage. They need proof of your existence. If you could just help me fill it out. I have to submit it by today evening."
"Ofcourse, what do you need to know?" Khushi asked, settling on the opposite chair.
"Date of birth?" Khalid began, ready to jot down the details.
"19 June 1989."
"House Address?"
"Mishra Nivas, Laxmi Nagar, 3 rd cross, New Delhi."
"Parent's name?"
"Shashi Gupta and Garima Gupta."
"Ok, that will do for now." Khalid replied, busy filling out the form. "And who is going to be the witness from your side?"
"Aman Singh." Khushi answered, observing the elder man's face curiously. The more she noticed it, the more familiar it looked. She had definitely seen the man somewhere, but she couldn't recollect where.
"I see you have curious eyes." Khalid turned his head suddenly, to face her smilingly while adjusting his reading glasses on his nose. Khushi looked down, embarrassed at being caught staring at him. "Now, I know why Arnav fell in love with you. You complement each other very well. And I noticed he seems a bit tamed in your presence. The aggression, the temper, the indifference has all toned down a bit these days. You have brought about a huge change in him."
Khushi quietly nodded, feeling a bit strange to talk to a man of his stature. He was the head of the biggest Mafia of Delhi. How was she supposed to have a normal conversation with him?
"Here. Sign this." He said, pointing at the paper while Khushi bent forward and signed it.
"Khalid Bhai, I feel like I've seen you somewhere." Khushi finally admitted, unable to keep the nagging feeling inside her anymore.
"Me? No, I don't think so. Atleast I've not seen you anywhere ever before." He replied looking up at her.
"Ok, Arnav's details." Khalid murmured, filling it out. "I'll have to get his sign on the way." He reminded himself.
"Date of Birth."
"7 August 1985." Khushi replied reflexively, remembering from her memory about their childhood conversation.
"House Address."
"Block 315, Indira Nagar, 7 th street, New Delhi."
"Khushi, I know the details." Khalid looked up at her and smiled. "I was just reading it out aloud. Age is catching up with me. My eyesight is becoming weak. I should know right which column I'm filling up."
"Parent's name." Khalid read it out aloud and stopped, pondering over what to write. "I think the guardian's name should suffice. Khalid..." he was about to write his name, only to be interrupted by Khushi's voice.
"Aarti Singh Raizada." Khushi uttered instantly. "And you would have to change his name in the form to Arnav Singh Raizada. He got his name changed in the passport too. The documents cannot conflict each other right?" And then suddenly, the memory striked her with enormous impact, as Arnav's mother's name escaped her lips. Aarti Singh Raizada! That's it. She had seen Khalid Bhai's photo in the family album. Infact, the photo must be lying around in the house somewhere.
"Wait! What did you say?" Khalid asked, unable to believe his ears. He was hearing that name after more than two decades and it sounded too good to be true.
"Aarti Singh Raizada." Khushi repeated in a softer voice, frowning with confusion. Did she commit a mistake revealing Arnav's mother's name? Was this supposed to be one of the secrets that weren't supposed to be revealed to anyone?
But the biggest question was what was Khalid Bhai or atleast someone who looked like him doing in Arnav's mother's album? Did he know her? Or had her eyes deceived her?
"What?" Khalid asked once again, as those yesteryear's memories filled his mind.
"Now, I remember where I've seen you. You were in one of Arnav's mother's photos. You were that guy who was standing next to her in some competition of your school. Wait! You knew Aarti Singh Raizada? Hey Devi Maiyya! You knew Arnav's mother?" Khushi exclaimed standing up, unable to believe the discovery that she had accidently made.
"Arnav's mother?" Khalid stammered, unable to grasp even a single word of what this young girl was blabbering in front of him. No, this can't be possible. It simply cannot. Aarti was dead and so was her son. No, this was not true. Maybe she wasn't the same Aarti. Maybe she was another person with the same name.
"Wait, I'll bring the photo. Then you'll believe me." Khushi rushed to the drawer which held all of Arnav's mother's photos that they had collected from Akash's house. "Found it!" she screamed with excitement as she grabbed the black and white photo and rushed back towards the elder man, handing it over to him.
"See! Isn't that you? Atleast your eyes, nose and the smile is the same, although you're just a teenager there. That has to be you." Khushi insisted.
Khalid Malik instantly recognised the photo. It was definitely her. And he even remembered the day it was taken. It had been the day he had won the shooting championship and since everyone else had wanted a photograph with the champion, even Aarti had gotten herself clicked with him. It was just an ordinary photo. Nothing special. But to know that she had stored it all along those years, simply warmed his heart. This was probably the only time they had posed for a picture together ever. And now, as he saw that old photo, he felt a strange sense of warmth embrace his heart.
"That is me." He spoke in a choked voice, trying to fight back the tears welling in his eyes.
"Did you know her? Oh My! Who would have thought that you knew Arnav's mother? I'm sure Arnav will be surprised to know you knew his mother. No wonder you looked familiar to me." Khushi exclaimed sitting on the couch beside him.
Khalid stared at Khushi blankly as everything around him silenced. That one memory came rushing back into his mind.
It was pretty late and Khalid Malik was returning back home from meeting the suppliers. And to add to his woes, his car had broken down right in the middle of nowhere. There was no mechanic in the vicinity and not even any taxis were passing around by. Cursing his luck, he decided to walk ahead to the main road when suddenly, his eyes fell on what seemed to be a young boy lying on the muddy road, next to where he was walking and he observed how the boy was brutally assaulted and left to die.
He cast away his eyes, unable to see the huge bloody slash on his back. Reciting a small prayer to let that boy's soul rest in peace, he decided to move on. But as he took a step forward, something was tugging his heart, asking him to go back to that boy and help him out. He tried to fight back that feeling and leave that place, but he simply couldn't. And then he heard the boy's whimper and knew that he was still alive.
Immediately, he rushed to the boy, lifting the fragile body in his arms. The boy had unknowingly responded to his touch, holding onto Khalid's coat, while he opened his molten brown eyes to recognise the face of his saviour, before falling unconscious.
It was those very same molten brown eyes that had attracted him to hold on to the boy. That day, leading upto the next few months, he had kept aside everything, tending the boy to help him recover, only praying that he would survive this ordeal. And he had indeed survived. Soon, the bond between them had grown and when he had come to know that the boy was an orphan, he had decided to adopt him.
Not having any children of his own, that boy had been the closest to being his son. Unknowingly, he had fulfilled the duties of a father to him, nurturing his wounds, training him to be a fighter to fight back the world that looked down upon him.
Everytime, he had looked into those molten brown eyes, he had felt connected to him.
And now he knew why.
"I didn't just know her. I loved her and still do." His words sliced through the silence enveloping around him and now, it was Khushi's turn to be shocked with the revelation.
Originally posted by: molten_lava
"You are also a part of our little family, you know. Maybe Arnav isn't very vocal about his feelings, but he considers you as his brother, even more than you know. Yesterday night, while we were sleeping, he kept saying about how he wished you too were coming along with us to Bangkok. But then he said, you wouldn't because you had your family to look after here in India."
Originally posted by: molten_lava
"I didn't just know her. I loved her and still do." His words sliced through the silence enveloping around him and now, it was Khushi's turn to be shocked with the revelation.
Originally posted by: molten_lava
Not having any children of his own, that boy had been the closest to being his son. Unknowingly, he had fulfilled the duties of a father to him, nurturing his wounds, training him to be a fighter to fight back the world that looked down upon him.Everytime, he had looked into those molten brown eyes, he had felt connected to him.And now he knew why.
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