The Memories of A Butterfly#2 Ch15-14/12 Updated! - Page 27

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How I miss this story and Second Chances. Hope you update soon! :)

Waiting for the next one patiently

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Hello!! I'm Baaack! Back with the Butterfly! I know you missed this baby! But hey, I'm here right? So go on! Enjoy the new Installment of The Memories of A Butterfly!

CHAPTER 14

Arnav watched her as she got into the car. She had managed the interview quite impressively. Answering in a way that was not a lie and yet, managing to hide the truth quite well. They had acted the completely in love couple on air, hands intertwined, smiling as Harshitha had asked them the questions, perfectly in tune with each other's thoughts' It had been better than what he could have ever expected. Right now, there was a whole country- or possibly a whole world- of people out there who were under the impression that they had been in a relationship for quite a long time before the marriage, that Khushi had never made an appearance in the media just because she was still studying and that it would have been quite difficult to carry on with her life in as normal a way as she could- considering that she was Shashikant Gupta's daughter and an heiress to the Gupta empire- if the news got around that she was also in a relationship with a Man 9 years elder to her and that too Arnav Singh Raziada. And they had been naturals. Covering for each other, answering perfectly in tandem, backing up each other's storyline. Hell, they had not discussed even once that they were going to go with this story if they were asked, and still they'd done beautifully.

He closed the door of the car behind her as she settled down, her eyes downcast, and buckled herself in. He came around to the driver's seat and got in himself, a light frown coloring his face as he contemplated her behavior. She had been perfectly in the role of wife to the business tycoon image of his. She had been the gentle to his ruthless, the Happy and laughing to his serious, and beautiful and sophisticated to his Aristocratic. In short, she had cleverly molded herself into the image of the type of woman someone like him would be expected to fall in love with by the more romantically inclined Indian Media. She had fulfilled their expectations, and like a true wife of a celebrity, had subtly managed to enhance his social standing. Without comprising on their respectability in a society like theirs. He had no doubt that this would be resulting in many an article and columns on the new Mrs. Raizada and their alleged love story in many magazines for at least the coming year. He sighed as he reversed out of the Parking Lot and stepped on the accelerator. There would be Parties now where she would be expected to make an appearance with him, Expectations of Celebrations in their own house- where the elite would be invited- the invitees expecting Khushi to be the Perfect Hostess. Till now, in his bachelorhood- all these high-society standing expectations had been handled single-handedly by his Di. Shyam Jeejaji had been the perfect companion in those, Of Course. And the both of them had made sure that his involvement was kept to the minimum. And now Khushi was going to have to involve herself in all of that.

For Life' Or as long as she stayed married to him, at least. He sighed again. It was not easy, being married to a man like him. Fulfilling all of these expectations and being wonderful at it, came as something of an occupational hazard, with it. And from what he gathered of her behavior today- she knew it' or at least had realized it' before she had agreed to get married to him.

And that stream of thought brought him back to his earlier musings about his little wife. From what he knew of her- after living with her in close quarters for at least a month now, Khushi didn't seem the type of person who would want to live a media-hyped, no-privacy-at-all, always-conscious lifestyle. She was a girl, who craved for that sweet dream of her own happily ever after- a prince on a white horse and all that. And He certainly wasn't it. Then what had made her give up on her dreams? What had made the youngest daughter of a Man like Shashikant Gupta ruin her own life and get married to him? She could easily have said no. She could have run away like Dia had. She could have threatened him. Thrown Tantrums. But surprisingly, she had done none of that. His mind went over the taunt that Niharika had thrown in his wife's face a few hours ago.

Although you already have all the luck Khushi, don't you? What with being a part of the Gupta's first and then the Raizada's?

What had she meant by that? And why had Khushi reacted so alarmingly? He looked across at her, and found her leaning her head against the glass, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and looked away. The frown on his face deepened. He needed to get to the bottom of this' whatever this was.

Payal's hands trembled as she clutched her notepad tightly to herself. She was supposed to be attending a video conference with Akash' sir, in a few minutes. And she wasn't prepared. At all. It wasn't the conference that was causing these nerves, though. No. It was her Boss. And her current predicament.

Payal Sharma, after she had pulled through her Graduation and Economics and Business Diploma with a half scholarship and working at cafes with an aggregate of 82%, had had a simple goal set in front of her. To work and gather enough money that would help her to keep her Babuji in the best of health that she could manage. And that would keep her step-brother off her back. She wished her Amma was alive though. Sometimes, managing an ailing and most of the time cranky Father, and an almost always busy with hooliganism in the name of Political parties and the rest of the time drunk Step-Brother, single handedly left her exhausted. She craved for a woman's company. Someone that would understand what she was going through. Someone who would hug her to themselves and tell her that wishing for something that would take her out and away from this hell that she was stuck in wasn't wrong. That she shouldn't feel guilty. Someone to reassure her that sometimes, wanting to live for yourself- without always thinking of Baba or Bhai- was okay. But there was no one that she could look to for all that. And her conscience didn't let her think that she had a right to live for herself too. And so, Payal Sharma had always stepped and crushed her will and heart to have some fun, live only for herself- and had focused on keeping her only living family members happy. Or at least, as much as she could keep them.

And then she had entered the Raizada Group of Industries for the post of a Personal Secretary and Assistant for the COO and had somehow gotten the job. They paid her enough' more than enough, in fact. Her first paycheck had actually cleared all their Ration debts and rent for the next three months and still they had enough left with them for Babuji's medicines this month's groceries and Bhai's' addictions.

But Payal had found herself in another mess. As if her life wasn't in enough of it already. She had found her Prince Charming. In her Boss. Who was the filthy Rich, Handsome, Sophisticated, High-Society and the complete anti-version of the ideal man she had painted in her mind. At first, she had only thought that it was infatuation. A school-girl crush. But then she had started feeling insanely jealous of the women that seemed to continuously flock her Boss. She had still ignored that little niggling voice in her mind that had told her that it was not just infatuation. And then, one day- out of the blue- she had suddenly realized that she had fallen in love. It was at the moment when he had told her to call Jeetendra Singh Saini into his office. The man had been looking pale all week. She had complied and followed the man in. And then she had watched in mute fascination the kindness of her Boss. He had quietly asked Jeetendra what the matter was. Why his work had not been up to the mark, and the poor soul had revealed the detection of Cancer in his wife. She had winced. And Akash Sir's eyes had softened. Those beautiful Hazel eyes of his. He had smiled sadly at the man and actually gotten up from his place, keeping an arm around the sobbing man's shoulder as he signaled her to bring a glass of water. She had complied. Mutely, again.

He had then offered the man, financial help. Tactfully veiling it as the company's policy- telling him that this help would chain the man to the company for at least the next half-decade. Jeetendra had taken the chance. And as Payal had followed him out of her Boss's cabin- she had heard Akash call someone named Manav. Telling him that there was a friend's wife who had been detected with Cancer. Could he have a look?

She had sat down at her desk, her hands shaking- much like they were shaking right that moment- and her eyes had closed tightly. And then they had snapped open again. In wonder. As the rapid beating of her heart, the gentle blush on her cheeks, the warmth in her chest, the tingling of her lips- the small upward hitch in them- registered with her. Was this what was love?

And the following days she had only found herself falling for him harder- recognized that feeling of falling- and falling freely- as now she knew what to look for. And then she had heard him talking on the phone with some or the other person telling them that yes, he would be there at the Taj for the Party. Yes he had already told his Assistant to add that to his schedule. "Yes, Maate," he had said, in a gentle chiding voice, "I won't forget that we're the hosts- and that I need to be making an appearance." And her heart had stopped beating. A moroseness had invaded her senses. Anger, fear- at herself, for her heart. How had she let this happen? How could she have been this foolish? Tears had blurred her eyes as the dreams of them, together, that her heart had built unconsciously seemed to break in front of her eyes. And she had withdrawn. Slapping on a cool attitude. Trying to turn a blind eye on his sweet gestures. Trying to be indifferent to his advances. His questions. His concern that touched her in some recesses of her heart. And she had cried herself to sleep at night almost every night, since then. Why did he have to be so sweet? So Lovable? Why? When what she wanted could never happen? Because one thing was very clear to her. Clearly etched in her mind. Carved there, in fact.

They' could never be them.

Dia Gupta. For all her shrewdness, for all her business minded precision in bagging the best of opportunities' for all her selfish- almost cruel use of people, mostly men, as steps of a ladder to climb to the top of the Modeling world, she was really easy to play. Aditya Singhania sighed, as he watched her pace across the length of her room from his Perch on the Living Room couch in his, their, Penthouse.

He had returned from Work, only an hour ago to find a frenzied Dia throwing her clothes helter-skelter into an overnight bag, while she tried number after number to get a booking on the earliest International Flight back to Delhi. He had had to actually shake her in order to bring her out of the panicked state she had retreated to. The only words escaping her mouth, as she trembled with sobs, tears leaking through those beautiful black eyes had been- "Titli' my titli! She had' she' because of me'" and she had repeated them, brokenly. Again and again, and again.

He had felt sorry for her. Those beautiful eyes that he loved so had been blurred with tears. But Aditya Singhania was known for squashing any and every emotion to come in his way well, and he had done that here too. He had what he had wanted for so long- and he had played it well.

He had convinced her. It had taken time, but he had convinced her to sit back and plan before rushing off to save her Titli. She knew how brutal Arnav could be. Did she want to screw Titli's life even more? And she had, as he had known she would, fallen into his trap. A slight twinge of Remorse niggled in his mind but he shoved it away. When this was all over, when he had done what he had set out to do, and when he had made sure that Dia was bound to him- without an escape route, he would apologize. He would. Because he Loved her. And she would know that all that he had done, had been right.

The end justified the means after all, didn't it?

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