ArHi FF-Married To A Stranger- Updated 11/1- Pg 35 - Page 19

Arnav had gone to the office, and Khushi was bored. She secretly occasionally looked at the clock, waiting for the clock to strike 6. She giggled and blushed at her desperateness. At 11:30, when Khushi settled down to continue her book, Anjali called her. Anjali was Khushi's best friend. She had wanted to have lunch with Khushi and catch up. A lot had happened, and Khushi had time to kill. She agreed, and the made an arrangement to meet at Dean & Deluca at 1. Khushi propped on a yellow sundress, and let her hair fall all out. She was looking stunning, even at her natural best. She swooped up her Guess handbag, and left the luxurious apartment, walking the few blacks to the caf. She admired the sun, and trees. Having walked down the block numerous times before, she started to admire things she had never before. She felt energetic and rejuvenated. She felt loved and needed.

Upon seeing each other, the two friends embraced each other. "I haven't seen you in so long!" Their hug lasted a good two minutes, and then both sat down on the table. They ordered their usual favorites- salad and Diet Coke. Khushi then asked Anjali how her life was. They caught up, and then Khushi expressed her gratitude for having Anjali as a friend, for she know that the sole purpose of this lunch was to see how Khushi was holding up with her marriage to a stranger. At that moment, Anjali couldn't handle it anymore. She started to cry, and said, "I'm sorry, Khushi, I'm sorry.." Khushi at first was confused, but just then, Armaan came from behind Anjali. Anjali and Khushi both got up from their seats, the once couple stared, as Anjali quietly dismissed herself. She felt guilty for doing this to her friend, but Khushi would have to encounter this problem sometime or the other.

At first sight of Armaan, Khushi's blood boiled to see the person who had almost tarnished her reputation. She cringed inside, and was hurt. She thought she had loved this man. Armaan started to walk towards her. Going with her instinct, she went back. Armaan put his hands up, "Look, I'm sorry. But I just wasn't ready. But now I am. Marry me?" Khushi's back stiffened, and a new life took birth in her. She thought of how Arnav had grabbed her phone the night of their wedding and thrown it as it was annoying her. She signaled for him to sit. She fiddled with her fork, and Armaan repeated the question.

"I think you have mistaken, Mr. Khurana. I'm a married woman. It doesn't suit for a respected man like you to ask this type of question." She looked sternly to Arman, who's mouth formed into an 'o'. Then, he laughed, "You don't think that I have the misconception that this is a real marriage, do you? Haha, you can fool the press, but not me." She looked up, and sarcastically laughed. "Umm, no. I mean it. Of course, its my real marriage!" Armaan was confused, and said "So what's the best thing about your husband?"

Khushi thought for a moment. No, she wasn't thinking, because she had nothing to say. But, she was thinking as she had too much to say. "Well, thee are so many. He protects me, cares for me, loves me, and adores me. He can never refuse to me." She looked up at Armaan, who raised his eyebrows. "Oh did I mention he has luscious lips, and is great in bed?" Armaan's mouth formed an 'o' and Khushi blushed at her own thought. Armaan got up, and said, "I should leave." Khushi also got up, replying, "Yea, you should." The two parted to never meet again. Khushi wiped away all his memories with a smile, as she made her way to Arnav's apartment.

She had realized one thing for sure- she was in love.