Learning The Alphabet... Arshi Style! [COMPLETED] - Page 10

H for... Haq Hai!

"Khushi! Khushi!"

With a sigh she put her film on pause and got up slowly. Lately, with her bump growing fast, she was having trouble moving around.

"Yeh Laad Governor! Abhi bulaana tha kya?" she mumbled to herself. Then she rose her voice to shout at her husband. "Ji, Swaami? Aapne humein bulaaya?" (This Laad Governor! Did he have to call me right now? Yes, Swaami? Did you call me?)

Arnav stuck his head out, his hair dripping wet, with a mock angry expression. "Khushi! Kitni baar kaha hai? Mujhe swami mat bulaao!" (How many time have I told you? Don't call me swaami!)

She crossed her arms under her breasts defiantly. "Achha? Aur humne aapse kitni baar kaha hai ke jab hum film dekh rahe hain aur aap humein beech mein bulaayein, humein achha nahin lagta?" (Really? And how many times have I told you I don't like it when I'm watching a film and you call me?)

Her husband merely rolled his eyes. Khushi had watched this film at least a thousand times, even though it was not a film by Salman Khan, and yet, she still near drooled when she watched it. Especially, these days, she was being too much. She spent the whole days watching stupid romantic movies which she got from God, sorry, her Devi Maiyya knew where and as he was home for her now, she insisted he watched that sickly stuff with her.

"Shut up, Khushi! Aur mujhe towel do!" he held out.

Khushi squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. "Nahin diya to?" (What if I don't?)

He grinned at her silently and she felt her breath catch in her throat. He was so sinfully devastatingly handsome she almost melted in a puddle right there. But she caught herself immediately and gulped.

"To main aise hi bahar aajaaounga!" Arnav shrugged carelessly, taking a sadistic pleasure in teasing his crazy woman. (Then I'll come out like this!)

She blushed deep crimson and he couldn't help but love the colour even more. His wife's mouth dropped open in a perfect 'O', making him want to grab her and kiss her senseless. Maybe he'd do just that...

"Aap aisa nahin karsakte!" (You can't do that!)

"Kyun? Mera room hain!" (Why? It's my room!)

Khushi frowned in embarrassment as her colour deepened. Arnav chuckled.

"Tum itna sharma kyun rahi ho, Khushi? You've seen everything!" (You are you being so shy, Khushi?)

This time, she fell her face in her hands, going dark red while her husband laughed at her.

"Okay, give me the towel quickly! Mujhe thand lag rahi hai aur bohot neend bhi aa rahi hai. Varna main sach mein bahar-" (... I'm feeling cold and I'm really sleepy. Else I'll-)

She skipped to the cupboard and hurriedly snatched a towel before he could finish and held it out to him. Arnav smirked at her. Judging his expression, she almost thought he would have caught her wrist and pulled her inside.

But, to her great and unexpected surprise, he did none of that. Her husband kindly accepted the towel and closed the door on her face.

Khushi sulked, turning the TV off. She didn't want to watch any romance! She wanted some of it in her own life, dammit! For so many days, she had tried to give him a hint, making him watch romantic films, but maybe she had forgotten, her husband was the mighty Arnav Singh Raizada, who was best at business, but when it came to love, the man was not very far from a dimwit!

She sighed and got under the covers. It was a quite cold night...

***

She awoke to complete darkness. Khushi sat up immediately. It seemed only minutes since she had closed her eyes, so how come... She reached out for Arnav but he wasn't there.

"Arnavji? Arnavji?"

She got down from the bed and checked the bathroom. He was not there. She switched the lights on to see that she was the only one in the room. Strange. Where was her possessive husband gone?

"Arnavji?" she called out again, panic bubbling inside her. Curiously, the curtains to the poolside were drawn. And he never drew them, she remembered, because he knew she was scared of the dark. He always kept them open so that the moonlight came in at night, lighting up their room and if she needed to walk about, it would be easy.

Khushi took a deep breath and opened the curtains to find it even darker on the other side. What was happening? Then only she remembered there was no moon that night. It was very strange but she was no longer that scared now. Suddenly, she broke into a small smile; her heart was beating like mad, which meant her Arnavji was right there, and why be scared when he was near?

She pushed the French doors open and stepped outside. She knew he was hiding somewhere there. She had taken a few steps ahead when a pair of arms surrounded her from behind, catching her completely off-guard and made her shriek loudly.

"It's just me, silly," Arnav murmured huskily in her ear. Khushi smiled and leaned her back on his broad hard chest while he slipped his large hands over her bump.

"Aap kar kya rahe the?" she asked as he swayed her from side to side in his arms. (What were you doing?)

He chuckled throatily, the sound making her mouth go dry. "Tumhaare so jaane ka faayda utha raha tha," he replied, placing his chin on her shoulder. (Taking the advantage of your sleep.)

Khushi frowned in confusion. "Matlab?" (What do you mean?)

Arnav smiled and switched the lights on. There was a loud gasp. On the low table by the poolside, there was a bouquet of red roses and white lilies resting near a little stack of books along with a small saucer filled with some delicious looking sweets.

"Phool aur mithaaiyan tumhaare liye, books hum dono ke liye," he explained, gently kissing her temples. "They're on pregnancy and all." (The flowers and cakes are for you, the books for both of us.)

"Yeh sab... kiss liye?" she asked giggling. (All this... why?)

Her husband raised his eyebrows. "Hak hai mujhe!" (I have the right!)

Khushi laughed and kissed his stubbled cheek. When she pulled back, he was watching her with an expression that made her go all warm inside. Then, slowly he leaned in and she closed her eyes, drinking in his kiss...