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22 years of Hungama
Originally posted by: adventure_roks
thanks for the comment...
lemme give u a hint.😉...a few days before they left delhi, garima saw arnav's father's photo [this point will come in the later chapters]...and she knew that arnav is actually malik's son...
so do i have to say more...?😊
Originally posted by: arshil0895
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Arnav woke up first. The memories of the previous night rushed to him and he looked at his beautiful wife sleeping beside him. She used his chest as her pillow. He gently laid her head on the pillow and got up from the bed.
He was tired and his legs felt as if someone had tied heavy weights to them.
He kissed her forehead and said, "I'll be back soon, jaan."
Thirty minutes later, Arnav returned with coffee and a glass of lime juice. Khushi was still asleep. He placed the coffee and lime juice on a nearby table and got into the bed with her.
Khushi stirred and opened her eyes slowly. She found herself in her husband's arms and smiled.
"Good morning, Arnav."
"Good morning."
She tried to get up and that was when the first step of the after effects of alcohol called the hangover struck her. She winced and laid back on the bed.
"Kya hua mujhe?" she asked Arnav. [What happened to me?]
"Hangover."
"Kya?" [What?]
"You were drunk last night. A bit too much. That's why."
He gave her the glass of lime juice. She took it from him and drank it without saying anything. When she finished the glass, she looked at Arnav who was staring at the floor with an unreadable expression on his face.
Khushi knew something was wrong and she tried to think of everything that had happened the previous night. She remembered seeing Arnav with that girl, Tina. The memory about her parents were vague but it was there. After that, there was nothing. She didn't remember what she had done after drinking so much.
"Khushi, tune kya kiya?" she thought. "What was the need to drink that awful tasting liquid? It is true that you saw him with another girl. But is it reason enough to do this? I don't remember what I did last night. Did I embarrass him?"
Arnav noticed that Khushi was lost in her thoughts and shook her shoulder.
"Khushi, we have to go."
Only then she looked at her surroundings. They were in the garden's little house. How did they come here?
He took the empty glass and put it on a nearby table.
She hesitantly called him. "Ar... Arn...av..."
He turned around.
She didn't have the courage to look at him and she lowered her eyes.
She bit her lip and asked, "Kal kya hua? [What happened yesterday?] Did I do something that hurt you?"
Her questions only increased his guilt.
"We have to go. Let's talk about this later."
When he tried to get up from the bed, his legs felt a little weak and the world in front of him blurred. He hadn't eaten anything since the previous morning. He had skipped lunch due to a sudden meeting which had popped up in his schedule and he had skipped dinner as he didn't want to leave Khushi alone. On top of all that, his medicines were over and he hadn't restocked them yet.
Even thought Arnav's back was towards Khushi, she sensed that something wasn't right. She immediately got up from the bed and held his hand. She made him sit and gave him the cup of coffee which was left untouched on the table.
"Drink it," she ordered him.
He closed his eyes and sipped the coffee.
"You didn't have dinner last night?"
He remained silent.
"Why do you have to be so stubborn? You could have had dinner. Are you trying to prove something by not eating?"
Her concern angered him.
He slammed the coffee mug on the table and said, "Stop it, Khushi."
She didn't let his anger intimidate her.
"I won't. What will you do?"
She took the coffee mug and pushed it into his hands again.
"Chup chap yeh coffee peelo. Agar mujhe daantna hai, tho coffee peene ke baat daanto." [Stup up and drink this coffee. If you want to scold me, drink this coffee and then scold me.]
A tear rolled down his cheek before he could blink it back.
Khushi noticed it and wiped it with her thumb.
She made him face her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Why should I scold you, Khushi? You should be the one who should scold me."
"Kyun?" she asked in concern. [Why?]
"You don't remember that I was with one of my ex girlfriends? Because of that, you drunk a lot. Now, you are concerned about me and I am not even able to say sorry. You should scold me, Khushi."
"Mujhe sorry nahi chahiye," she said with a frown. [I don't want a sorry.]
"You should be angry with me," he mumbled without listening to her. "I am..."
To stop his thought process, she slapped him. Not the slap which would leave behind three or four finger prints. But the slap which would leave the other shocked without being too painful. And Arnav was indeed shocked and he did stop talking.
"Aaj tum bahut bol rahe ho. Ab main bolungi and you have to listen. Woh ex-girlfriend ya y-girlfriend, mujhe farq nahi padtha. [You are speaking too much today. Now, I will tlak and you have to listen. I don't care whether she is your ex-girlfriend or your y-girlfriend.] I just know that you were standing so close to somebody other than me and... and... And you were holding her waist. How can you do that in front of me? Par uske liye tum itni guilt mehsoos math karo. [But for that you don't have to feel so guilty.] Because you are just mine. Even if you want, you will not be able to feel with others what you feel for me." She paused for a second and said, "Achcha nahi laga mujhe. Par it's okay. [It didn't feel good. But it's okay.] It was a weak moment for me and when I saw you with her, I got that stupid headache." She poked his chest and said, "And I am warning you for the last time, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada. I don't care whether people find you attractive or handsome. You stay away from other girls."
"Khushi..." he said in disbelief.
"Haan. Khushi hoon main. Dho dho Khushi tumare peeche padi huyi na? Theesri ki kya zarrurat hai?" [Yes. I am Khushi. There are two Khushis behing you, right? Then why do you need a third one?]
When she got up from the bed, he placed the mug on the table and pulled her. She fell on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I have known Tina ever since she entered the modelling field," he told her. "She was the sort of a person whom you would want as a friend. But you know how ASR was, don't you? He did not see any of it and made her his girlfriend. Eventually he did realize that the girl was too good. So, he chose to have a break up and made her his friend. She then had to go to Mumbai as her father had a heart attack. After that, she started working in Mumbai and we lost touch. We met yesterday after a long time. She told me that she was engaged and was about to get married. I was happy for her. But I know that I crossed my limits."
"Tell me their names," Khushi demanded.
"Whose names?"
"Your ex and y girlfriends."
"Khushi, why are you doing this to yourself? They were in my life before I fell in love with you."
She was adamant. "I know Lavanya and Tina. So, give me the other three names."
"How do you know the exact number?"
"Names, Mr. Raizada."
"What are you going to do with the names?"
"General information. Now, tell me the names."
He didn't have a choice other than tell her the names.
He took a deep breath and said, "Tina, Priya, Sunita, Sheetal and Lavanya."
There was silence.
"I am sorry, Khushi."
"Nahi. Nahi chahiye mujhe tumara sorry." [No. I don't want your sorry.]
"Khushi, please."
"Dekha? Phir bhool gaye," she said with a sad face. [See? You forgot again?]
Arnav didn't know what he forgot.
She hit his chest and said, "She was standing with you for ten minutes and you forgot everything."
"I am really sorry," he said sincerely.
She pouted.
"Khushi, ek baar. Aakhri baar." [Khushi, just once. Last time.]
"Phir Khushi?" [Again Khushi?]
He understood what she was expecting.
She pushed him and when his hold on her loosened, she tried to move away. Before she could, he held her tightly again. He rolled over and came above her. He pinned her hands over her head and looked at her.
"Kya baat hai? Aaj meri jaan sherni mood mein hai?" [What is the matter? Today my jaan is in a lioness mood?]
When he said 'jaan', she wanted to smile but controlled it.
He searched her face and asked, "Oye sherni, kya kiya tu ne meri jaan ko?" [Oye sherni, what did you do to my jaan?]
She bit her tongue to control her smile.
Even thought, her lips didn't let out her smile, her eyes did. Arnav saw the twinkle in her eyes and knew that she was trying hard to control herself.
"If you don't speak well with me, then I will..."
"You will...?"
"Tickle you," he replied and tickled her.
She couldn't control it anymore. She laughed and asked him to stop. He didn't.
"Arnav, stop. Arnav, please. Bas karo," she said as happy tears leaked through her eyes.
He stopped and wiped her tears.
"I love you, jaan," he said and kissed her forehead.
"I love you too, Arnav."
"Achcha, ab mera naam yaad aaya?" [so, now you remember my name?]
"Matlab?" [Means?]
"Last night it was jaan and baby... Aur ab Arnav?" [And now it is Arnav?]
Did she call him like that? Her cheeks and her nose coloured. He kissed her red nose making it turn redder, if that was even possible.
He noticed her confused and shocked expression and said, "Don't think too much. You really said that." He moved away from her and said, "We have to go. Get up."
He picked up the mug and finished the rest of the coffee.
While he was drinking the coffee, Khushi kissed his cheek and said, "I love you, baby."
Before he could react, she ran to the garden.
When he came to his senses a minute later, she was nowhere to be found. He searched for her and found her near the roses.
He hugged her from behind and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Can I take one?" she asked him as she covered his hand with hers.
"All of it is ours. You can take how much ever you want."
"I want only one." She plucked a red rose from one of the plants and said, "Sorry, dear plant. Papa ko manaana hai. Issiliye." [I have to convince papa. That is why.]
An amused smile lit Arnav's face as he heard her talking with the plant.
Arnav and Khushi went to Siddharth's house. Salt and Pepper were standing on the dinning table and Siddharth poured milk in their bowl.
"Siddhu!" Khushi called him.
"Finally, my daughter has reached home." He crossed his hands over his chest and asked, "Should I ground you?"
She looked at the floor.
"Remind me. How much did you drink?"
She had a sorry expression on her face.
"Tequila...? For a first time drinker?"
She went to him and gave him the rose.
When he took her rose from her, she held her ears and said, "Sorry."
He pulled her into a hug and said, "It's alright. Next time..." He paused and said, "No more next time."
She shook her head. "No next time."
Siddharth made Arnav and Khushi eat their breakfast and he also gave Arnav his medicines.
"How did you know?" Arnav asked him.
"SJ hoon tumara. Sab jaanta hoon." [I am your SJ. I know everything.]
Arnav smiled. He remembered saying somthing similar to Khushi.
'Pati hoon tumara. Sab jaanta hoon.' [I am your husband. I know everything.]
Arnav bid goodbye to them and went to his house to face his sister who had called him 'Arnav' for the first time ever.
Convincing his sister wasn't as easy as he thought.
Her first question was 'Did you talk with Khushi?'
When he told her that he had apologized and that she had accepted, Anjali told him that she was fine with it.
And finally 'Arnav' was back to 'Chote'.
He was a bit upset that his sister scolded him. But then he knew that she did it for Khushi. He loved the way his sister took care of Khushi and all his worries flew out of the window.
That evening, Arnav told Khushi that he had to leave for London as soon as possible for a business meeting. He would be gone for four days. He had already told the other family members before talking with Khushi.
"You are leaving?"
"Sorry, jaan. Urgent kaam aagaya. [Urgent work.] Otherwise I wouldn't be going."
"Jaldi aajaana." [Come soon.]
He told her that he would call her daily and went to the airport. She accompanied him.
When she left from the airport, she had a feeling that something wasn't going to be alright. She pushed away those thoughts and dialled Arnav's number.
"Do you miss me so much, jaan?" Arnav asked her as soon as he attened the call.
"Baby, I love you so much. Whatever happens, I will always be there by your side."
Arnav panicked.
"Jaan, kya hua? Yeisa kyun keh rahi ho?" [Jaan, what happened? Why are you talking like this?]
"Nothing. Mann kehne ko kaha aur maine kehdiya. Bas." [Nothing. My heart want to tell you. That's it.]
"Mera mann ko bhi bahut kuch kehna hai. Wapas aakar kehdoonga." [My heart also wamts to tell you a lot. I'll come back and tell you.]
Khushi heard the boarding announcement and said, "You better take care of yourself, Mr. Raizada. Verna mujhse bura kuch nahi hoga. [Otherwise there will be nothing worse than me.] "
"Of course, I will, Mrs. Raizada. At least to come back and tease you about your laal gaal and naak."
Their colour automatically changed and Khushi noticed it in the car's side mirror.
When she didn't say anything, he asked, "Laal ho gaya na?" [It turned red, right?]
"Arnav…."
"Theek hai. Theek hai. I have to go. I love you, jaan."
"I love you too, baby."
"I love the way you call me baby. I'll be back soon."
Siddharth gave Khushi a day off and she spent the day with NK. Anjali and Siddharth had a meeting with a new client, who again happened to be a Miss and it messed up Anjali's brain…. Heart….whatever.
The client gave him a formal hug which seemed anything but formal to Anjali. She was already angry with both herself and Siddharth as she didn't know what was happening to her. And to add to her confusing problems, this new 'Miss' client was chewing her brain.
After the meeting, they wrapped up the work and went to Shantivan. When they were inside, Anjali noticed that there was no one in the living room and she decided to talk with Siddharth, who was busy sending messages in this phone.
"Siddharth, can I ask you something?" she asked him.
He looked up from the phone.
"Yeah!"
"I have seen you hugging everybody you meet. Is this necessary?"
Siddharth was mentally dancing in joy. He controlled his happiness and pasted an innocent expression on his face.
"What is wrong in it?" he asked her. "They hug me and I return their hug. That's it."
"Why not me?"
He was shocked. He hadn't expected her to ask this question so soon.
"Anjali?"
She looked away from him and said, "You have hugged everybody. But you have never come close to me at all." She held his hand and said, "That day, in the restaurant, you held my hand. After that, it never happened. Why Siddharth?"
It took a few seconds for him to realize what was happening around him. He had wanted her to ask something like this and when it happened, his brain failed to function properly.
Before he could find his voice and tell her the truth, she asked, "I am not like them, am I? Even though, I try hard to come out of who I was, it doesn't make a difference. No matter what I do, my past will always haunt me."
He was lost as he didn't know where the discussion was heading to.
"You also consider me to be damaged, don't you? You…."
That was it. Something inside him snapped. He shrugged her hand from his and held her wrist.
He twisted her hand behind her and said, "What did you say? Damaged? If I thought you were damaged, I wouldn't be standing beside you. Have some self respect, Anjali. Even if you don't, no problem. At least understand that we respect you." A second later, he said, "Yes, your past will haunt you. It will haunt you forever if you do not let it go."
She had never seen the angry side of Siddharth and it was the first time and it frightened her.
"Siddharth?"
"Damaged?" he repeated again in anger. "Why the hell can't you understand that you are anything but that? Where is the Anjali I fell in love with?"
His question shocked her.
"I can't believe that the girl I waited for over ten years is so stupid. Ten years, Anjali. Ten damn years. There has never been anybody else but you. You filled very second in my life. A part of me died the day your classmate told me that you were married. Do you know how that feels? I tried to forget you. But I couldn't. If it wasn't for my father, I don't know what I would have done. I would have become something like a zombie for the rest of my life. I felt happy when you said that you never loved Shyam. I thought I was given a second chance. I thought we were given a second chance. And you…. You are still lost in your past. Wake up, Anjali. See what is happening around you. Notice what people feel for you. It is not just sympathy that you get. Yeah, before moving on to others, try to understand what is going inside you. Answer the questions which arise inside you. Why were you angry with me last night? Why do you feel something when other girls come close to me? Why does it bother you when I hug others and not you? I am sure as hell that all these did not happen with Shyam. Then why with me?"
He searched her face for answers which was filled with shock and confusion.
"You want to know why I never hug you? Do you want to know why I don't hold your hand?" He removed his hand from hers and said, "The answer is simple. If I hug you, I will never ever hug any other girl with the exception of Khushi. If I hold your hand once, I will never ever let you go. Love and marriage mean a lot to me, Anjali. If I make a decision, there is no turning back or retgretting. I will do the same with you. If I hold your hand, it will be till the end of the journey. No moving apart in the middle. If I hug you, every cell in my body will hold on to you and never let you move away."
Tears formed in her eyes.
"I didn't want to tell you this in such a way. But you didn't give me a chance. It is now up to you, Anjali. Decide what you want. What you need. I am not giving you an ultimatum. I am giving myself one. My whole life shattered in front of my eyes once and I lived on. It will not be hard a second time but I can not stay by your side and act as if I don't feel anything for you anymore. Neither can you act normally after listening to everything. The key to our future is in your hands. I have lived this life for more than ten years and I am pretty accustomed to it. Now, it is about you. I already told you this before. Forget your past and be happy or keep thinking about it and cry everyday? It is upto you."
Her tears found a path down her cheeks.
Unknown to them, two pair of eyes watched them and listened to every word of their conversation. In fact, those two pairs had tears in them too.
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