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Khushi bent a little to look in the small mirror of her hostel room , setting straight her hair which seem to wander off their designated place a bit too much.

Were my hair like this always or are they in the mood for a Samba just today ?

She put on a pair of golden earrings with the burgundy coloured layered net top. Though they were not matching with her top, but they were a reminder of their first encounter. They were the same earrings she had left when they collided at CP and were used by him as a tool to meet her again.

Looks - Perfect

Ok , if not perfect definitely good.

Proposal Plan - Perfect

Anjali this is the last time I am listening to you , this better be good.

Khushi's phone rang interrupting her reverie and she literally dashed towards her bed to pick it up. There was only one voice she wanted to hear , anything else would be a disappointment.

Expectation is the root cause of all heartache , remember Khushi , REMEMBER.

'Anjie' the phone flashed the caller id.

Disconnecting the phone would be rude especially after Anjali had tolerated all her confession practice sessions yesterday and anyways she won't stop calling unless she answered the phone. So Khushi finally hit the 'Accept' button.

" Khushi I am going stay with Chachaji today, they are not letting me go " she heard her friends complaining voice on the other end, without even the customary ' Hello'.

Anjali's Chachaji lived in Chanakyapuri and had a small function today, for which she had gone in the morning and had still not returned.

" Enjoy Anjali , don't complain. They love you a lot "

" If pulling cheeks , spoiling my hairstyle with constant patting and feeding me a hundred laddoos is love , I am better off without their love "

Khushi sympathized sensing her friend's misery. Her Chachaji's family was really irksome sometimes.

Relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces.

Whatever little sympathy she was feeling was thrown out of the window at the next statement she heard.

" Don't act like a despo .Don't kiss him the moment you lay your eyes on him. Please be don't outrage the modesty of my innocent Arnav Bhaiyya. He is..."

" Excuse me ! What did you just say ? I am not a bloody desperate bimbo. You better keep that Do's and don't list to yourself . And as far as the innocence of your Arnav Bhaiyya is concerned , he is anything but that and..."

Khushi stopped her furious ranting on hearing Anjali laugh at the other end.

Call Disconnected.

Bloody innocent jerk !

As if I am going to eat him alive.

Whatever !!

Khushi glanced at her watch - 4 :55 pm . She brushed her hair for the last time,picked up her purse and headed out of her hostel room.

It's showtime

Arnav had asked Khushi to meet him at Arina Cafe, located at a walking distance from her hostel from where they would proceed for their plans. She had asked him several times about his plans but he had stubbornly refused to divulge any details. So there she stood at 5 :00 pm outside Arina Cafe, whereas Mr Innocent was nowhere in the visibility radius.

" Arnav where the hell are you ? " She called him after standing in the scorching sun for 30 minutes.

" Coming in just 15 minutes. You know the traffic ..."

" I know that's why I wanted to meet at the venue itself. But it will be only possible if all high and mighty will listen to me once. Fly, swim or run I want you here in 15 minutes or I am going back to the hostel "

Khushi disconnected the phone without waiting for Arnav's reply.

She decided to go inside the cafe and have something. Her stomach was grumbling as she had skipped the lunch at the mess in excitement of meeting him.

There is no sincerer love than love for food.

She ordered a sandwich and a coffee and sat down on the table nearest to the entrance.

Dammit did I just shout at him for apparently no reason. Khushi you know how it is with traffic. She rubbed her forehead in frustration.

Shout before you propose. Great !

You are a first grade idiot.

Whatever is done , cannot be corrected, lets focus on the main issue - Proposal.

She spent the next 15 minutes trying to revise her lines .

Arnav I want to tell you something. I love you. I know you want to go to States and all but I think we can manage. Long distance relationships aren't that uncommon. We can make it work. Can't we ?

And then she would wait for his reaction.

Is it too lame ?

Don't be nervous Khushi you can do it.

Yes you can do it !

Arnav Singh Raizada you will hear what I want to say - and then you go to States or Timbaktu - I don't care.

" Of course you don't " Devi Maiyya rolled her eyes and shouted for a refill of her cold drink can . She made a mental note to take the Service Incharge to task.

Lazy souls are everywhere - Heaven or Earth !!

Arnav had finally come at their designated meeting point at 6:00 pm.

1 full hour late. Crap !

He looked in all directions but failed to spot her.

Great ! She has gone back He flung his hands dejectedly getting off his bike , which he had borrowed from his friend for the evening. He fished out his phone to call her, just then he spotted her through the glass panes , sitting and munching sandwich.

A whole - hearted grin broke out on his face.

So the effort gone in borrowing the bike won't go wasted.

He strode towards the Cafe in long strides.

" Lets go " he whispered behind her back.

Khushi had not seen Arnav entering the Cafe. She was startled by his sudden whisper and choked on her sandwich.

She gasped for breath as bouts of cough seized her.

" Dammit Khushi careful "

Arnav started patting her back and handed her the glass was water kept on the table. She drank the glass of water and stopped coughing after some time.

After a minute of furious patting and curses she had fully recovered.

" You ? " she turned asked in a small voice, her hand still at her chest.

" Who else were you expecting ? Pick up your things , we are already late "

" I wonder due to whom ? "

Proposing jitters or whatever , Khushi Kumari Gupta can never leave her sarcasm.

" Me too " he returned her dramatic expression.

" Don't make me wait for so long again " she smiled at his response, and picked up her purse.

" Point noted ma'am " he replied and both of them sauntered out of the Cafe.

Arnav started his bike, put on his helmet and Khushi hopped on.

The sun had reduced it's fury and it was almost evening.

They had stopped at a traffic signal , when Khushi's phone rang.

" Hello Mom , how are you ? " She picked up her phone.

" I am fine beta. How are you doing ? How is the food in mess now ? Did you complain to the warden ? why don't you..."

Garima Gupta asked the question which top the priority of most mother's - Food

" Mom relax. We complained to the warden, food quality has improved now "

Only if eating watery dal and half baked chapattis was quality food.

" Where are you right now ? There is so much noise of the traffic ? "

On the bike with my boyfriend.

" I am out with Anjali and Payal for ... for shopping " Khushi found a reasonable excuse.

" What happened why is your voice sounding so choked "

Love happened

" Nothing Ma. Maybe there is some disturbance in the line "

"Fine . Beta I wanted to talk to you about your father. He wants..."

" Mom I will call you back later. I am out for shopping "

The last thing she wanted to talk about now was her father. Her father who divorced her Mom. Her father who remarried. Her father who sends them money every month and even calls but just to gain favour with her. All because his new wife could not give him a child. So Khushi was his only child.

" Ok Beta call me when you are free. I want to talk something important "

" Sure Mom Bye"

Khushi turned her phone into silent mode and dumped it into her jeans pocket lest somebody disturbs her again. They reached the venue after 20 minutes.

" Arnav, we are going Dutch if we eat here " Khushi spoke nervously, licking her bottom lip . They were standing outside Parikrama - The Revolving Restaurant.

How much money do I have ? She started rummaging through her purse .

Arnav who was standing behind her , gave an amused smile at her reaction.

Was she insane ? Why am I even pondering , ofcourse she is.

" Khushi , I have all sorted. Lets go." He held her wrist and pulled her towards the entrance.

" Arnav I think we should go somewhere else. This place is so bloody expensive"

" I know Khushi. The treat is on me. Anyways you were only asking for a party for my successful selection. Now come on." He started dragging her inside.

" Arnav I still think we should go somewhere else "

" Khushi I still think you should shut up "

I want to tell everyone who was concerned about Khushi's heartbreak, guys this FF can never turn too sad or teary , for the simple reason - I can't write emotional parts. There are people who write emotional stuff very well , so much so that some of them have even made me cry a little.But I don't want to be among them ( basically I can't be even if i try), so be rest assured nothing emotional is coming up.

Why to waste time feeling sad , when it can be better utilized in smiling ?

Ok now I will just stop preaching and being a life coach . 😆

Do leave in your comments 😊. Some of the comments are really fun to read and make me burst out laughing . Nevertheless I enjoy reading all of them.

Part 14 : The Evening - Khushi Speaks Page 96


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