FINDING KHUSHI
Part 20
Arnav held Khushi's fingers in his warm clasp as he helped her up the marble steps to the exclusive hotel where an annual function of his firm was held.
"Scared?", Arnav asked her with a gentle smile. "Don't be. We can leave in half-an-hour, Khushi. And I will be with you all the time. Hamesha."
Khushi smiled at him. "Scared? Hum?" She lifted her nose in the air. "You have got me mixed up with someone else, Arnavji! I am the Khushi Kumari Gupta who fought with you in your office & home and won. Many times...", she claimed.
He gave in without a fight. "Yes, you won. Every time." His smile was a caress.
He curled her fingers around his arm, and covered them with his. He led her into the venue with pride.
Many eyes saw ASR walk into the lavishly decorated hall with a young and beauteous lady dressed in a peach sari with a heavy silver border, and paused to take stock of the situation.
Beautiful ladies were a dime a dozen in the modelling world. A beautiful lady accompanying ASR to a party was nothing new or anything to be remarked upon.
But ASR's expression...! Was that love... and tenderness? Was he, God forbid, smiling? As the fashionable crowd watched surreptitiously, ASR laughed at something the girl said. Many hearts stopped beating.
Among the covetous and envious female eyes, only one pair of eyes watched ASR and his lady with pure curiosity and no animosity.
Aman drew Arnav away from Khushi with profuse apologies. At a party given by AR Designs for its models and its present & potential business associates, ASR had to meet and greet the guests. He could not be a hermit.
"Aap jayiye.", Khushi said, smiling. "I will sit here and wait for you.", she signalled a row of plush chairs and love seats arranged at the fringes of the hall.
"Khushi...", Arnav was patently reluctant to leave her.
She whispered in his ear, "Arnavji, my feet are hurting in the high heels. I will sit here like a good girl."
"Khushi, we can leave soon.", Arnav reassured her.
"I am fine, Arnavji.", Khushi reassured him.
Arnav left with Aman, and Khushi moved towards a love seat.
A lady in blue appeared by her. "Who the hell are you?", she asked Khushi.
Khushi looked up, surprised. "Ji.. hum Khushi he.", she said politely. She took in everything she could about the lady. Late twenties, short dress, hair that looked as though she had stuck her hand in an electric socket... Was she another one like Lisaji?
A malicious smile appeared on the model's face. "Khushi...? And what is Khushi doing with ASR? Begging for a modelling assignment? Going down on her knees for a chance?", she sneered.
Khushi burst out laughing. She, a model! If only Buaji could hear this!
"Living the good life, aren't you?", the model smirked.
"Ji.", Khushi agreed. Her business was doing very well, and today, she had been able to pay & retrieve Buaji's bangle for her.
"Don't take this life for granted...", the model started.
"..because it will end soon.", Khushi completed for her, disconcerting the lady for a moment. Khushi continued, "Were you Arnavji's girl friend?"
This threw the model off her track. "Yes... yes...", she said.
Khushi continued, "If you have something to say, please say it now. Woh kya he, I am not going to use the ladies' bathroom tonight. And Arnavji is in a hurry to leave. So you may not get me alone again."
The model looked at her askance. Then she began, "ASR... ASR is a wonderful..."
Khushi said, "Kisser. Ji, I know. And an inventive lover. You had fun with him. He bought you things. Is there anything else?", she asked, a wary eye on Arnavji who had his back to her at that moment.
The model stood with her mouth open, staring at Khushi.
Khushi said, "Suniye... I don't know your name. But that's alright. Please leave. If Arnavji sees you talking to me, he will ask me what you said. I cannot lie to him. I will have to tell him the truth. If he feels that you have hurt me, there is no saying what he will do to you. He threw Pamji and Simji out of his office. Lisaji! God only knows what has happened to Lisaji! Aap jaayiye!", Khushi shooed her off.
The model permitted herself to be shooed away.
Arnav turned to look at Khushi anxiously. She was sitting comfortably on a love seat. Alone. Arnav heaved a sigh of relief. She smiled at him. He smiled warmly in response, and unwillingly turned to listen to Mr. Madanmohan Vyas.
A man, no, a boy stubbed his toe against a chair near Khushi and stumbled. Instinctively, she caught hold of his arm and steadied him.
"Aap theek ho?", Khushi asked him anxiously.
He peered at her with owlish eyes.
"Are you feeling sick?", Khushi asked him softly. "Do you need any help?"
"Help?", the boy slurred. "No..no.. Just had a couple of drinks.. I am good.. good...", he promised, swaying on unsteady limbs.
Khushi pursed her lips.
"Yeh good he to bad kaisa hoga? Sit down before you fall.", she said, looking around to see if anyone had seen them.
All were busy having fun.
"After you, laaadddy...", the boy tried to be courteous. He bent to offer her a seat, and almost toppled over.
Khushi caught him by the arm and made him sit down.
"Thankyoo... thankooo... You are... an angel... Did I tell you that?", he smiled at her, feeling no pain.
Khushi frowned at him.
"You are too young to drink daru! Do you know what it will do to your phephda?", she asked him.
The boy blinked.
"Did you come alone?", she asked him.
"Friends...", he raised an arm in the general direction of the party, smiling in a foolish way.
"Nice friends!", Khushi commented. "How dare they let you drink? Aap ko pata he, Daru is poison. It will kill your organs. Are you listening to me?", Khushi hissed.
The boy nodded. "You are... like... Folence Naaa...", the boy shook his head, trying to remember the name.
Khushi frowned at him. "Aap hamein gaali de rehe he? Woh bhi Angrezi mein?", she asked frowning.
"Fo..oo..lence... Naaii... ale.. She had a diya in one hand...", the boy explained, smiling in drunken good humour.
"Like Madhuri Dikshitji in Devdas?", Khushi asked, curious.
"No... No...", he shook his head. "Nurse... with diya...", the boy said.
"Florence Nightingale?", Khushi smiled.
The boy was thrilled. "Yes. Yes. You are her...?", he asked, lolling against the back rest.
"Of course not? How can I be her?", Khushi asked, smiling.
"Oh... You know her?", the boy asked, his heavy eyelids falling over his eyes.
"Of course I know her.", replied Khushi. "She was in my 8th standard textbook."
The boy smiled at her through half-slit eyes and promptly fell asleep.
Khushi looked at him in exasperation.
"Ek, you are too young to drink. Do, you didn't tell me your name. Teen, Arnavji has to return before we can find your address and take you home. Chaar...", Khushi did not let the fact that the boy was asleep deter her from scolding him.
Someone cleared their throat behind her. Khushi turned around, startled.
A lady sat in a chair in the darkness behind her. Dim light filtering through the drapes fell on her white, loose tunic & dark trousers. Her booted feet were up on a chair pulled close for comfort. Her face was hidden in the dark.
"Maaf kijiye!", Khushi said. "I didn't see you."
"You are Khushi...?", the lady asked, her low, husky voice sounding like music.
"Ji.", Khushi smiled. "Aap?"
"Anamika."
"Anamikaji, do you know this boy?", Khushi pointed to the young model sleeping off his liquor.
"Gaurav.", the lady said. "He will get home somehow. Let him be."
"But...?", Khushi's protective side was out in full force.
"He has to learn things the hard way. Only then will he learn to take care of himself.", the lady said.
Khushi nodded reluctantly.
"You came with ASR?", the lady asked.
"Ji. Do you know Arnavji?", Khushi beamed.
"Well, yes. In a manner of speaking...", the lady shrugged.
Khushi frowned. "Were you his girl friend too?", she asked directly, but without any animosity. Please Devi Maiyya, not this nice lady too!, Khushi prayed.
The lady burst out laughing, her lovely voice surrounding Khushi with warmth and heart-felt amusement.
"No.", she finally said. "But what made you ask?"
Khushi sighed. "If I go out with Arnavji, I end up meeting his girl friends. First it was Lisaji. Then that lady in blue with the shocked hair..."
Anamika bit down her laughter. "The one who was speaking to you?"
"Ji."
"The one you packed off with great finesse?", Anamika asked, smiling.
Khushi smiled, but sighed. "Ji."
"She was lying. To hurt you.", stated Anamika.
Khushi stared at the dark figure. "Lying? To hurt me? But... why should she? It is not like we know each other..."
"You don't need previous acquaintance to be jealous.", Anamika said sardonically.
Khushi stared at the dark figure.
As Khushi watched, Anamika took her feet off the chair and stood up in a liquid movement. Then she slowly sauntered towards Khushi.
The light fell on the lady's face.
Khushi gasped.
Anamika lifted an eyebrow.
"You are so beautiful!", Khushi said. "Are you a model?"
"No.", the lady said.
"Your hair! Your face! You should be a model! You have such long legs!", Khushi was all compliments, smiling at her new friend.
Anamika tried to hide her smile.
"Are you sure you are not Arnavji's girl friend?", Khushi asked. Anamika was so beautiful! And so kind! Any man would fall at her feet in homage!
Anamika smiled. "I was never your Arnavji's girl friend."
Both ladies looked at Arnav Singh Raizada who was talking to some guest, but had all his attention on Khushi.
"Let me say that my interest lies... elsewhere...", Anamika smiled to herself.
Edited by rulama - 12 years ago
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