Destiny's Game- FINISHED FF 10/31 - Page 18

The fashion show had ended, and it was a success. It was the biggest Allen's ever had and the whole event was attributed to the public partnership of Arnav and Khushi. Both had worked together to create magic. However, all were in shock at the revelation that Arnav and Khushi were husband wife before. No one could ever imagine this. After the show, two ambassadors from New York walked up to Arnav and Khushi. They had prodigious smiles of satisfaction on their faces, and it was evident that they were here for another offer. This elated Arnav. Khushi was his good luck.

"Mr. Raizada and Ms. Gupta," the man started, Arnav flinched at her being called Ms. Gupta. He continued, "I am very pleased with this show of your show. Your collections were fantastic and very intricately detailed. The time and effort put into this was clearly evident. Now, I would like to ask if you would do us the honor of joining us for our delegation meeting next week." Khushi and Arnav smiled. They had impressed such a high personnel. Arnav controlled his feelings to say, "Why, yes of course.. We would love to join, will it be held here in Australia? The whole industry is here, so it would be convenient." The man shook his head, "No, no.. It will be held in New York, at our main headquarters on Saks Fifth Avenue. You and Ms. Gupta must join and help make it a success."

Khushi stood there in shock. Her? With Arnav to New York? This was her turn to say What the..? Arnav looked at her and immediately knew what she was thinking.. He calmly said, "Mr. Wilson, there is a date confusion here. Khushi and I cannot both come together. I can come, but Khushi must stay. We have important events here too, you see."

Mr. Wilson wrinkled his eyebrows, "More important than the world's famous fashion delegation meeting? This is a golden opportunity for Allen's to strike it big. You really want to give it up? Because, if you come we must come together. If not, I'm sorry."

Arnav opened his mouth to speak, when Khushi put her gentle hand over his and smiled to Mr. Wilson and said, "We will be there. It's an absolute honor. Mr. Raizada and I will catch Wednesday's flight to New York. Thank you ." Both shook hands, and then the man left. She turned to him and said firmly, "I can't let my company suffer because of my personal reasons. We'll go to New York solely as business affiliates. Nothing else. Understand?"

Arnav nodded, and she walked away. He smirked, he had taught his wife well of business tactics.. Only unknown that they would be eventually used against him..

Khushi went home and broke the news of her international work commute to Kirthi. "What the? Mom, how could you do this? How am I going to survive 7 days without you? Where am I going to stay? With whom? Ugh unbelievable.."

Khushi chuckled, "You are going to stay with Muskaan aunty. She will take care of you, and I'll call you every day, we'll even video chat. I promise, it won't be that bad.. It'll also be a change of environment for you.." Kirthi crossed her arms and said, "Fine!" She stomped away, making sure that Khushi noticed.

It was Wednesday, and both Arnav and Khushi were extremely busy in packing and other preparations for the trip. They then finally made their way to the airport. Arnav and Khushi tried to stay as quiet as possible and make the trip easy for themselves. They successfully went through customs and security without hassle and then boarded the plane, only to know that they had been seated together.

Arnav found a secret joy in this. A part of him hoped for it. A whole plane ride where he could only admire her. No one would disturb them. But, this time, the circumstances weren't such. Khushi, on the other hand, was disappointed about this. She had tried so hard to forget and ignore Arnav. Now it would be impossible! He wouldn't even be able to control her inner emotions that were bottled up inside of her heart! Arnav made way through the aisle, with Khushi behind him. He let out his hand motioning her to sit by the window. He remembered. He remembered from that one time on their honeymoon when Khushi had told him that sitting by the window was her favorite. She felt closer to her parents, in the clouds. She smiled; he still remembered the smallest details.

The announcer came on the speakers, ordering everyone to put their seat belts on. As always, Khushi's face turned from a jovial smile to a frown. She still was confused about plane seat belts. She tried, but couldn't find the other piece to the actual belt. Arnav noticed this from the corner of eye. He leaned over onto her body, stopped at her face, and then continued to pull the seat belt over her body and then clip into the other piece. Khushi twisted her fingers, as she sat there embarrassed.

The plane was about to take off. Khushi was knocked with fear. This had happened last time too. Her breath was caught in her throat. She would be up in the air. 5, 000 miles up in the air. She bit her nails, only to notice there she had none. Then, she unknowingly gripped Arnav's forearm the tightest she could. Arnav winced in pain, but sat silent. He had gone through this before, and was willing to a hundred more times if it meant that Khushi would hold him.

With this and other incidental encounters of the infamous Arnav and Khushi, they finally landed at JFK International Airport, to be picked up a black Mercedes Benz. They were driven around New York City and taken to the famous Regis Hotel in the city. Khushi marveled at the new sites. The water fountains, the museums, the horse driven carriages, the chic pedestrians, everything. And Arnav was marveled once again by her grace, beauty, and various expressions.

The two then were dropped off at the hotel, amidst the mess of all the other delegations and surprise guests that had an obvious priority above them. The receptionist looked at the two, and expressed her sorrow, "I'm really sorry, sir. You two will have to stay in the same room tonight, We have been over filled. Or you can just go to another hotel. We are extremely sorry for the inconvenience."

Arnav was frustrated and started bellowing at the poor receptionist, when Khushi calmed him and assured her that they would manage in the same room for tonight.." Khushi made their way into the hotel room. The room had a ginormous bed, in the shape of a heart. Yes, this was coincidently the honeymoon suite. Khushi sighed, and Arnav smirked. The two stayed out of each other's ways, and concentrated on unpacking. Khushi then went to take a shower. She came back in a bath gown with her wet hair dripping on the floor. Arnav pretended to not notice, but he was very attentively watching through the corner of his eyes.

She flipped her hair, and the water splashed in Arnav's face. He was now totally mesmerized while she intricately dried her hair. Only God knows how he would control himself during the night after the party, in the same room..

Destiny had planned something else.. Only it knew what was going to happen to Arnav and Khushi that night in the honeymoon suite after four thirsty years..