Actress Sanchita Ugale Dies By Suicide
In her own league. BBV marks 8th consecutive flop for Kangana
Bollywood is back!!!!!
Gadar 3 starts next year
DANCING GIRL COVERED IN NCERT TEXTBOOKS
NOTE ABOUT FF :
1. Let's assume Khushi is educated. Say a diploma in Fashion Designing, in the very least.
I hate the gawaar that she was pictured as, in the show.
2. Anjali is not pregnant! In fact, she does not... Never mind. I am not giving any spoiler.
But be sure to expect the unexpected on her end. ;)
3. I am sucker for happy endings. If you have been my reader since long, you would know it for sure! So this one will be hyappy too, no doubt about it! :D
Chapter 5
Arnav's mind replayed what his sister had once told him, when he had argued that he lives his life based on his brain and not heart.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-T3CA41wck[/YOUTUBE]
"Pyaar tho dil se hi hota hai. Is tarah hisaab kitaab karke naaptol ke nahi hota hai. Pyaar tho bas... ho jata hai. Ki jab aap use dekho, toh uske chehre se nazar hi na hatein. Agar woh udaas ho, toh kuch bhi achcha na lage. Usse door jaane ka khayal bhi aapko pareshaan kare."
"Agar usse door gaye, toh tumhari saansein rukne lagegi..."
Then he remembered the way he had felt when he had thought that Khushi had been injured and was being taken away from him in that ominous ambulance. He would rather die than go through that kind of hell, ever again in his life. When Anjali had met with an accident and it had shaken him to the core. He had cried, laying his head in her lap, and she had said what she had realized while she had thought she could not see her loved ones anymore.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Cm7G4WyT2w[/YOUTUBE]
"Kal ka koi bharosa nahi. Kal kisi ne nahi dekha. Aur kal hi kya? Aaj ke baare main bhi kisi ko kuch nahi pata. Is liye jab kahi dil main kuch aaye na? Jaise aaye, waise hi bol dena chaahiye. Varna... Shaayad... Har pal poori tarah se jeena chaahiye, Chotey. Kyon ki pata nahi chalta ki kaunsa pal aakhri ho. Aur hum jisse sabse zyada pyaar karte hain, jo hamaare sabse kareeb hota hai, use kabhi jaane nahi dena chaahiye. Kisi bhi haalaat... Aur kabhi koi bhi baat bewakoofiwali bhi lage, tho humein sirf... Sirf apni dil ki sunni chaahiye..."
For a man like Arnav Singh Raizada, exposing his feelings made him vulnerable. But then, Khushi had done it too. Even after seeing how heartless he could be, at times. "I love you, Khushi..." Arnav felt himself whispering, his face hidden in the crook of Khushi's neck. And then he heard something which made him jerk his head back in incredulity. She had snored! She bloody slept when he was making that heartfelt acknowledgement of his feelings for her. Unbelievable! He shook his head and pulled himself off of her. Stomping towards the bathroom as noisily as possible, he turned to see her sleep without even twitching. Banging the door shut, he cleaned himself up and went back to her.
He smiled wryly, still feeling in awe at the woman that his wife was. One moment she had spoken of her love for him, and the next, she snores. She slept, holding the sheet tightly to her chest, and that naked skin visible from above the sheet made him remember the passion they had just shared. He had never expected that Khushi would be so... expressive in bed. He had thought that she would be very bashful, and he had in fact thought that he would enjoy peeling away those layers of shyness around her. Not that he was complaining! Sighing once and losing the smile, he poked Khushi at her waist. She hissed in pain as she sat up, rubbing the spot on her waist, looking confused at being waken up so suddenly. "Kya?!" she demanded, and Arnav replied impatiently, "I said, I love you."
"Oh..." Khushi said, as if that was the common-est thing to hear from him, lowering her gaze which was filled with confusion. Arnav could see the pieces click in her mind when she realized what he had just said, and she raised her head, her eyes and lips, neat circles. "Yeah!" he confirmed, sarcastically. He was sitting, resting his torso against the headboard and Khushi rushed to him, forgetting that they both were naked. Sitting next to him, she threw her arms around Arnav's waist, resting her head on his chest and kissing the spot right on top of his heart once. Arnav gathered her in his arms and had just made himself comfortable when Khushi gasped and her head smacked her forehead, making a loud noise. "Khushi!" Arnav exclaimed and took that same hand in his, forcing her to look at him so that he could see what the issue was.
Khushi had just remembered something that could change everything in her very newly married life. She could get pregnant! And she would be bearing the child of a man who hated children! 'Hayye Devi Maiyya! Can't I have one day of peace, in the least?!' Khushi pouted as she chided the Goddess. "Khushi, will you tell me what's going on in that crazy head of yours?!" Arnav muttered, as he pulled her to him roughly.
Khushi's chatter, Arnav could take any time of the day. But her silence was... disturbing! He pulled her to gain her attention before he asked for the 13th time as to what the matter was. "You hate children!" Khushi lamented, and Arnav Singh Raizada wondered where his wife's thoughts were heading to. "I just don't like them. Why are we talking about children, anyway?" he asked, and heard Khushi whisper, "I might get pregnant!" 'Ahh! Now she remembers...' Arnav thought, as he teased her in a candid voice, "Wow. You're realizing it so early."
"Arnavjiii!!" Khushi cried, and he decided to relieve her, "I used protection. And I am back at being Arnavji now?" Khushi blushed at the latter part of his comment, but asked, "You used protection?" Surely she should have noticed - we would think! "Yeah. Heard of it? It's called a condom?" Arnav teased her further, and Khushi flushed even darker - if possible- and added brusquely, "Of course I've heard of it... Why were you having it with you in the first place?" Arnav's immediate reply was shameless, "Oh, I always had one with me so that I could jump on you the moment I got an opportunity."
Willing her blush to ebb, Khushi glared at him and she saw her husband sigh, before he explained, "NK bought a whole box for Akash as a wedding gift, and sneaked one into my wallet, telling me I would not know when I could find it necessary. Remind me to thank him." Khushi gasped in alarm, as she whispered, "You're doing no such thing! He doesn't know anything about us. Why would he think that you would want a con... it?!" Arnav had a mind to make her utter that word, but he stopped that thought. He had teased her enough for the day. So he enlightened his wife, "NK is much cleverer than you give him credit for. You may not know, but behind all that juvenile behaviour of his, is hidden a shrewd mind."
Khushi just shrugged in response and returned to his embrace. She did not want to talk about anyone else, at that moment. A companionable silence fell for a few moments, before Arnav remembered where their conversation had ended earlier. "I still don't understand why you thought you were not innocent?" Arnav questioned, genuinely puzzled. Khushi rolled her eyes, as she muttered, "Right! Because I did not just offer you my virginity on a golden platter, and... so eagerly at that!" Arnav frowned as he made her look into his eyes as he countered, "So you desire your husband. That's not what would make you evil." Khushi seemed thoughtful for a few moments, thinking over what Arnav had just said. "Hmm..." she finally said, nodding to herself and returning her head to his shoulder. And that is how they slept.
***
Arnav played with a strand of his wife's hair. Wife - the word which brought a blissful, small smile to his lips. She mumbled his name with a contented sigh in her sleep and turned her head, which rested on his chest, so that he could see her face clearly. His smile widened as he pulled her even closer. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. His smile widened as he remembered how she hated that long a name.
The centre of his universe.
His reason to breathe.
His every, single heartbeat.
His panacea!
One of his base needs! A need for his mind, his heart, his being. Considering the way their naked bodies lay tangled with each other and were encased in a cocoon of their own warmth, he sheepishly accepted the fact that she was as great a need for his body. Continuing with what Khushi was, for him, he added obsession to it.
His peace of mind.
His strength, and yet, in a way, his weakness.
His saving grace.
"My life, my wife, the love of my life" Shyam's greasy, patronizing voice sounded in his mind. The words which he used for his sister, Anjali Jha - correction - Anjali Singh Raizada's credit. Of course, he now knew better than to believe anything that came out of that swine's mouth. His thoughts about Shyam had made him tense and as if the tension had somehow managed to seep through to her, Khushi frowned and fluttered her eyes open. Smiling shyly when her eyes focused on his face, she tried unsuccessfully to extricate herself out of his arms. His brows gathered at her action and he felt her stop her struggle. She sighed and made herself even more comfortable in his arms, even as one of her hand shot out to ease his frown. "Shyamji ka kya karenge?" Khushi questioned, knowing well that they had to decide something on that front.
Sighing and leaning into her contact, Arnav murmured, "I am planning to tell Di." Khushi gasped and said with horror-filled eyes, "She will be heart-broken!" Arnav nodded and rested his head against Khushi's bosoms, seeking comfort in her embrace, as her arms went around his neck, pulling him even closer. "Hum unhe ek aur mauka de sakte hai na? Now that the temptation he feels about me has been removed by you, he might..."
Arnav knew that Khushi had a beautiful mind, and she expected such virtuous behaviours from the world. She could find at least one noble quality even in a heartless murderer. But he knew better about the world, did he not? "He would never." Arnav announced, and kissed his wife's chest, right above her heart, wondering what was giving him the amount of patience to discuss about the obnoxious lecher in such a calm manner. The answer came in the form of a tender kiss pressed to his temple, and he sighed, thanking all the deities that his wife believed in, giving in to her request and hesitatingly approving to the idea of providing Shyam one last chance, and conveyed, "We'll have to get you back to your room. The sun is about to rise." Khushi mewled her disapproval, and Arnav had to convince his wife all over again, taking pleasure from the process too. Gathering his clothes which were strewn around in his room, he dressed himself up. He asked her to dress up and she shook her head purposefully, jutting her lower lip in a stubborn conduct. Even though his heart soared as he realized that she did not want to leave him, he sighed as if he was impatient and took her clothes and started to dress his life-sized-mannequin / wife. He lifted her in his arms effortlessly and looked at the clock once. None of his family would be awake yet. So he carried her back to the guest room daringly, laid her on her bed, instructed her to rest for a while more, before kissing his just-up-from-the-sleep-and-looking- tousled-yet-sexy wife a long, hard kiss before he opened the door and let himself out.
Turning around after closing the door, he came face to face with Shyam, who had been apparently sneaking around Khushi's room - his wife's room - clearly not expecting to get caught! He could skin the bas***d alive, cut him to pieces, mess with him so bloody bad, that even dogs refused to eat that repulsive mass of his remnants. Yes! He was capable of that much violence and much more, if his sister or his wife was in danger, Arnav realized, and he was barely surprised. He did not want to create a scene, and he remembered his Khushi's face, hoping that he would soon calm down, as he turned away and was leaving when he heard Shyam sneer, "Aap donon ki abhi shaadi nahi hui hai, Saale sahib."
Arnav turned back, his signature, mocking smirk in place, as he disclosed, "Oh, I would not be so sure."
He had the pleasure of seeing Shyam blanching as this new information settled and he asked in a menacing voice, "What do you mean?!"
Arnav's smirk widened as he chose to torture his adversary even more as he silently and assertively shrugged. He could not help himself as his smirk was replaced by an enigmatic grin, after he saw Shyam's eyes turning horror struck. "Anything else you would like to know? No? Good. I would appreciate it if you stayed away from my wif..." Arnav purposefully paused to afflict Shyam with suspense, before carrying on, "from my Khushi's room. It would save my time and your life, to be precise." After seeing his warning settle well with the libertine and he left, no doubt planning something, Arnav sighed his pent up anger, before he left to catch some sleep before he prepared for the day.
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