ARHI HER LIFE...FOR GOOD OR FOR WORSE Ch 10 (64) - Page 22

Chapter 7

His gaze fixed on the woman who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. His heart melted by seeing a smile playing on her lips. He liked it in this way. Her in his arms, and a smile on her lips. Nothing more he would wish in his life.

They were in a messed up relation, he knew. It would only give the society a chance to point at them – to point at her. No one would see him at fault, because he was a man and could do anything. And Khushi… he sighed. This was going to be very difficult. But he would stand with her, by her. His feelings for her were much more than a simple lust. To name it as love would be too early, but his feelings were headed in that direction, nonetheless. He was not a teenage to be mistaken. He was well settled 30 years old. He knew the difference between love, lust, crush or infatuation. He dreamt of being in this way with her – sexually – but not in such a way. He had no idea of what happened in her life. It was a flick of moment that he not only tired of staying away from her, but also wanted to remove her pain after that scum of her husband left the flat. It was a need for both. He didn't want her to feel alone in this relationship, nameless relationship. He wanted to talk to her and explain things. But whatever happened in her life had a great impact on her. His talks would do no good when he himself had no idea about them. He sighed. What a complicated mess he had created without a way out?

He would wait for her till she was comfortable with him and ready talk about them. It would be difficult and it might take even forever, but he would wait his whole life for her. He was falling deeply in love with her. But he had many things in plate to think about.

There were the families to be taken care of. He was sure that his family would never approve his relationship with Khushi – a married woman, they would say. They were narrow minded people and have no heart to even think about her before throwing their mouths. Moreover, his parents want him to get married to the woman of their choice. He had said a straight no and flew to Delhi, as he got the project to his great luck, and then met with this wonderful woman. He knew her smile was an act in which she was well talented and award winning actress. But never in his wildest nightmares had he thought the reason would be this horrible. He wanted to do something. He loath that good for nothing husband. He himself was enjoying his life and was ordering Khushi not to enjoy hers. He wanted to deal with him, himself. Whatever might take place, Arnav wanted to give her happiness.

His eyes fell on her mobile on the side table and saw NK calling. He was angry to see the caller id. He wanted to rip his throat and throw him out of her life. She was sleeping peacefully and he didn't want to disturb her sleep. He placed her on the bed, slowly, and covered her with the quilt. He closed the door and accepted the answer button.

"What the f**k are you doing, Khushi? I have been calling you since ages. Listen, I have no time to talk to you so just listen that our parent's are coming tonight. Be prepared, I will come by 9."

He controlled his anger much to his own surprise. He didn't want Khushi to get disturbed with his shouts, and hissed into the mobile, "She is moving in with me by 1, Mr. NK. She will not be available to act as a wife to a f**king man."

"What the hell are you doing there this early in the morning...?"

He rolled his eyes as that good for nothing scum questioned him. "Seriously," he said, "you think I will leave her just because of your drama, NK? Never. It's your problem and have anything. Tell them whatever you are comfortable with. Or if you are unable to, then do feel free to approach me. I will help you in telling them the truth."

"Look, this is about my family. So, stay out of this."

"Exactly," Arnav shouted now, still maintaining his voice, "this is about my Khushi and so stay out of her life for your own good. Don't test my patience."

He disconnected the call without waiting for him to answer. This irritated him to its extent. Khushi didn't deserve any of this and now, he was not going to let her go through this hell. He would do anything and everything to get her out of this mess. Controlling his temper, he turned back and opened the door after several deep breaths and was shocked to see her crying with her head buried in her knees. He rushed to her and hugged her as she readily came into his arms.

"Khushi, relax. Calm down... I am here..." he whispered, pulling her on his lap. He could understand her fear. She believed that he would leave her, just like others, and he needed to make sure and gain her trust. Without that, it would be impossible for her to be normal. He kissed her forehead and wiped off her tears, "I will never leave you, Khushi. I am here, and you will be fine."

She nodded while hugging him tightly. His heart cried out for her. No one would ever guess her vulnerability by seeing her at day time, with others present with her. She was pretending to be a happy woman, while she was deeply hurt soul. He would always be for her, he knew it.

"Sorry, Arnav" she said at last, breaking the hug, "it's a bad dream. I am fine, thank you."

"No," he hissed under his breath, "You are not fine, and you are not going to stay here for another minute. Let's go from here." He decided what was best for her. She was not a kid to follow his orders, but she was not in a position to decide herself. She was broken and he would never let her to break even more. "Come with me, Khushi, if you trust me."

She nodded, almost immediately and whispered with a smile, "To hell with you...!"

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