Differences Between Us :: Arshi FF [COMPLETED] - Page 46

Khushi's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as Aman came up to her.

"Kaisi ho?" he grinned. (How are you?)

Her eyes widened. "Aap humse baat kar rahe the?" she exclaimed, blinking. Sexy? She could have laughed. He had to be really lucky that his hot-tempered cousin was not around to hear him. She shook her head with a chuckle at the thought. "Hum theek hain, aur aap?" (Are you talking to me? I'm fine, and you?)

Khushi's outfit: http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o573/ShikhaKhushi/421334_536095513084085_162033426_n_zpsa3676c5d.jpg

Khushi's earrings: http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o573/ShikhaKhushi/64734_573740222650039_1662550970_n_zps4ed73a3a.jpg

He winked flirtatiously at her. "Excellent! So tell me, what can I do to help my lady?"

She laughed. He was incorrigible. She would have loved to see his face when he would know. Or would his cousin's face would be a better sight when he would witness this kind of interaction.

"Amanji, aap ladkewaale hain, na?" she asked to tease him as he took the basket of flowers from her hands. (Amanji, you're on the boy's side, aren't you?)

He raised his brow in surprise. "Nahin to! Main NK ke saath aaya houn, right? And now if say Nannav is on the groom's side, then that's his choice, sweetheart. If there are so many beautiful girls like you on the girl's side, why the hell will I go away? By the way, voh kaun hai?" he asked slyly, his eyes on someone behind her. (Not at all! I came with NK, right? [...] BTW, who is that?)

Khushi frowned and turned to see La chatting with a rather young aunt of theirs. "Aap Lata Bua ke baare mein pooch rahe hain, ya Lavanya ke baare mein?" (Are you asking about Lata Aunty or Lavanya?)

Aman looked at her with a bewildered expression. "Bua?" he spluttered. "But she's so young! I mean, she looks so young!" (Aunty?...)

"Kaun?" Khushi laughed. (Who?)

"Voh green chudidar wali!" (The one in the green chudidar!)

She looked back at the two women, trying to repress her smile. "Voh humaari chhoti behen, Lavanya hai." (She's my little sister, Lavanya.)

Lavanya's outfit: http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o573/ShikhaKhushi/487971_536095409750762_598654431_n_zpsaae844fb.jpg

Lavanya's earrings: http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o573/ShikhaKhushi/408773_573740632649998_1030242596_n_zps2ce87766.jpg

"What? Your sister? And it's now you're telling me?" When she glanced at him next, he was gazing at La with dreamy eyes. Amused, she snapped her fingers before him, tearing him away from the sight.

"Oh, hello? Abhi abhi to hum 'sexy' aur 'sweetheart' the! Usska kya hua?" she joked. (...Just right now I was 'sexy' and 'sweetheart'! What happened to that?)

Aman pouted sadly. "Sorry, darling. You'll always be my first love! But your sister..." he turned to Lavanya again, making Khushi giggle. "Usske to naam mein hi beauty hai," he sighed. (...Her name itself is beautiful.)

She took the basket back in her arms with a smile. "Go, try your luck, then!"

He stared at her, amazed. "You won't be jealous?"

She rolled her eyes, making him squeal in delight. Aman hastily smacked a kiss on her cheek and sauntered to Lavanya just as Lata Bua moved ahead. She watched him start a conversation with his usual outrageously flirtatious self that apparently resuscitated her sister's old similar self that had been buried since their father's heart-attack. Khushi sighed, shaking her head. Some people didn't quite change or even if they did, the change was not durable...

***

"Arrey moorkhon! Yahaan ikatthe kyun ho? Dekha nahin-" (Fools! Why are all of you gathered here? Don't you see-)

"Amma!" Khushi called in a hushed voice as she approached Garima hurriedly, swinging her long plait down her back. "Jijaji ki behenein aayin hain, aap chaliye na!" (Jijaji's sisters are here, come!)

Her mother barely contained her groan. "Kalavati aur Malvika? Arrey, haan! Unhein Payalia ke shaadi ka jora laana tha, na? Chal!" (... Oh yes! They were to bring Payal's wedding outfit, right? Let's go!)

She scurried ahead of Khushi to bustle in the living room with such pompousness, causing the Dogra sisters to wince. The bride's wedding outfit was handed to Khushi, with the responsibility to bring it up to Payal's room. She found her elder sister standing in the middle of the room, with her back to the door.

Payal's outfit: http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o573/ShikhaKhushi/527753_536095336417436_1573453880_n_zpsab4b7e31.jpg

Payal's earrings: http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o573/ShikhaKhushi/532928_573726235984771_1916653742_n_zpsb3558982.jpg

Her eyes were glazed with unshed tears when she looked around at Khushi, who quickly strode in so that she could put down the things and cup her sister's face.

"Jiji..." she started, but her voice was choked with emotion. She had not even realised, but her own eyes had also filled up.

"Hum yeh sab chhod ke jaa rahe hain, Khushi," Payal whispered. (I'm leaving all of it, Khushi.)

Khushi threw her arms around her immediately, unable to hold back her tears.

***

She smiled at him shyly but Arnav Singh Raizada didn't as much as look at her once. His eyes were as if drawn with magnetic force to her father and Akaash as the groom was being welcomed by the bride's father. Hiding the hurt, she tried to concentrate on the ceremony too. NK stood on her left side, filming the scene while Aman was on the other side, watching curiously since he had practically no knowledge of this.

It should have been a men's only affair, but being her father's laadli, she had managed to get the permission to be there. And that too for a jerk who didn't even bother to look at her. And it wasn't as if he didn't know she was there. She had made her presence well known by throwing teasing remarks at her soon-to-be brother-in-law, next to who he was standing because he was the acting brother of the groom.

Yet, he had been ignoring her. Khushi felt her smile droop slightly when he tilted his head towards Malvika, who rose on her tiptoes, one hand on his shoulder for support and the other cupping her side of her mouth to hide the words she was whispering in his ear. He smirked and her heart sank. Raakshas!

Malvika's outfit: http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o573/ShikhaKhushi/537581_10152319654125037_1964668368_n_zpseecd3d9d.jpg

Malvika's jewellery: http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o573/ShikhaKhushi/208830_570298342994227_1287259727_n_zpsc0b64809.jpg

But Malvika was indeed looking very nice, swathed in blue, white and hints of red and with her hair graciously twisted up. Khushi glanced at him just once more before decidedly fixating her eyes on her father. He had been mouthing a reply at her. She didn't even want to know what it was about. Just then, Aman elbowed her in the ribs.

She looked up at him in annoyance but he was grinning at her. She couldn't help but smile back and when he shot a rakish wink at her, her lips parted and her eyes widened in outrage, and a giggle followed. This guy really was impossible. Hadn't he just been flirting with her younger sister a couple of hours ago? But Aman didn't stop there. He sent a blowing kiss her way, making her turn pink. Mischievous, she decided to play along, pretending to catch the kiss in her fist.

And suddenly her gaze shifted to collide with darker orbs. She had finally caught the Laad Governor's attention...