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Dire Consequences - Chapter 2
The incessant buzzing of his cell phone dragged a disgruntled Arnav out of his sleep, a frown marring his features. Grabbing his phone he went to answer the call only to have his finger stop over the 'accept' button.
The 'V' between his eyebrows deepened as he recognized the pop up on his screen as an alarm. But he hasn't used an alarm in quite a long time, since he married Khushi to be exact because she had become his beautiful alarm every morning when she gently woke him up with sweet murmurings as she stroked his hair.
Seeing that the alarm was labelled 'Wake up Arnavji' made it obvious to Arnav that today his wife wasn't going to wake him up.
Not today, not tomorrow, and maybe never again.
And that realization frustrated Arnav so that he threw his phone across the room before striding into the bathroom, shutting it with a loud bang. This was all because of Sheetal, because of that damn paternity test, Arnav thought as the chilled water running down his back did nothing to cool his anger. But with a determine glare he decided that there was no way in hell that Arnav Singh Raizada would let anyone or anything seperate his wife from him.
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Downstairs, Khushi shot worried glances towards the stairs from her spot in the kitchen.
She had woken up earlier that morning feeling better, lighter after letting it all out last night, but still felt slightly uneasy. She didn't think Arnav would have let her go without trying to discuss whatever had happened this morning, but she wasn't about to begin her day feeling down and so she had hurriedly left their room while leaving behind an alarm for him.
But ever since she had woken up she couldn't help but worry about her Arnavji. Last night she had awoken to a distraught Arnav as he fought against his nightmare of her leaving.
She had lingered outside their room for quite a bit, ready to go in there if her husband freaked out at not seeing her in the room. But instead of fear, she was met with rage as she heard him curse and throw something before slamming the bathroom door.
Since then she had been in the kitchen, trying to distract herself to no avail. Breakfast was almost ready and so she instructed JP to call everyone down, including Arnav.
As she turned off the last stove, she heard her family members take their places around the dining table. Her fingers came together nervously as she awaited her husband's appearance.
After a few moments, Arnav sauntered down the stairs and took a seat on Nani's left. Khushi took a deep breath and carried out breakfast. She went around serving everyone when Sheetal showed up and headed straight for the empty seat next to Arnav.
Khushi looked away and continued to serve her family when she heard Arnav speak up, his voice polite, but she recognized the underlying tones of anger. "Sheetal, if you don't mind, could you take that seat over there. I'd like for my wife to sit next to me."
Khushi watched as Sheetal awkwardly took her seat next to Aarav on the other side of the table.
And when she reached Arnav, he grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair beside him and promptly began serving the two of them.
Khushi missed the smiling faces of her family and the sneering one of Sheetal's as she concentrated on her husband. He looked calm on the outside, but one look in his eyes and she knew he wasn't happy about what happened - rather what didn't happened this morning.
But she was shaken out of her reverie when Sheetal shouted, "Aarav! You can't eat that!" And then she procceded to slap the waffle out of his hand.
"Arre, Sheetalji I especially made those waffles for Aarav with a sugar substitute." Khushi spoke up, shocked by Sheetal's behavior, had she always acted like this? She reached over and lovingly placed a a few waffles into his plate. "Here, have as many as you want."
"Thank you!" Aarav beamed at her as he dug into his meal, bringing a smile to Khushi's face.
The rest of breakfast was a quiet affair. Soon Arnav and Akash rose to leave for office, their respective wives joined them to the door. Sheetal, too, followed them while asking, "Arnav, do you mind if I join to the office? I'll just be a moment."
And with that Sheetal turned to go grab her stuff, but was stopped by Arnav as he called out, "You still have to send Aarav off to school, don't you, Sheetal? You should probably come later, one of our drivers will bring you." Arnav smiled at her tersely before placing a kiss on Khushi's cheek and leaving.
Arnav left a shell-shocked Khushi and Sheetal at the doorway, of course for different reasons.
Khushi was confused by his mannerisms. She didn't want him to give Aarav the cold shoulder, he was after all his son and in no way was he at fault for Arnav and Sheetal's past nor their present. No matter what, Aarav was his son, his firstborn even if it wasn't by her.
With a resigned sigh, Khushi turned and walked past Sheetal, not looking her way.
On her way up to the room, Khushi passed Sheetal's room and saw that Aarav was in there struggling with his tie for his uniform. Walking in, she knelt before him and asked, "Shall I tie it for you?"
Aarav smiled in response and Khushi fixed up his tie before adjusting his collar. Grabbing the comb she also fixed up his hair. "Now don't you look like a handsome little man?" Khushi smiled, cupping his cheek.
"Thank you, Khushi Aunty." Aarav hugged her. He moved, a somewhat sad expression on his face. "Back home, my nanny would always get me ready for school. I miss her."
"Nanny? You mean mommy, right?" Khushi questioned, puzzled. She remembered how attentive Sheetal was to Aarav when they came here.
"No. Mom was always too busy so she hired a nanny." Aarav stated simply. "But now I have you, right?" He asked with an hopeful expression.
Khushi kissed his forehead and promised, "Of course."
With that Aarav pulled on his backpack and ran out the door, throwing a bye over his shoulder, leaving Khushi to herself as she turned over this new found information.
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Hey! Some of you know me and some of you don't. But I hope you enjoy this chapter of Dire Consequences!
Please like and comment. :)
Love,
Anjani.
The incessant buzzing of his cell phone dragged a disgruntled Arnav out of his sleep, a frown marring his features. Grabbing his phone he went to answer the call only to have his finger stop over the 'accept' button.
The 'V' between his eyebrows deepened as he recognized the pop up on his screen as an alarm. But he hasn't used an alarm in quite a long time, since he married Khushi to be exact because she had become his beautiful alarm every morning when she gently woke him up with sweet murmurings as she stroked his hair.
Seeing that the alarm was labelled 'Wake up Arnavji' made it obvious to Arnav that today his wife wasn't going to wake him up.
Not today, not tomorrow, and maybe never again.
And that realization frustrated Arnav so that he threw his phone across the room before striding into the bathroom, shutting it with a loud bang. This was all because of Sheetal, because of that damn paternity test, Arnav thought as the chilled water running down his back did nothing to cool his anger. But with a determine glare he decided that there was no way in hell that Arnav Singh Raizada would let anyone or anything seperate his wife from him.
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Downstairs, Khushi shot worried glances towards the stairs from her spot in the kitchen.
She had woken up earlier that morning feeling better, lighter after letting it all out last night, but still felt slightly uneasy. She didn't think Arnav would have let her go without trying to discuss whatever had happened this morning, but she wasn't about to begin her day feeling down and so she had hurriedly left their room while leaving behind an alarm for him.
But ever since she had woken up she couldn't help but worry about her Arnavji. Last night she had awoken to a distraught Arnav as he fought against his nightmare of her leaving.
She had lingered outside their room for quite a bit, ready to go in there if her husband freaked out at not seeing her in the room. But instead of fear, she was met with rage as she heard him curse and throw something before slamming the bathroom door.
Since then she had been in the kitchen, trying to distract herself to no avail. Breakfast was almost ready and so she instructed JP to call everyone down, including Arnav.
As she turned off the last stove, she heard her family members take their places around the dining table. Her fingers came together nervously as she awaited her husband's appearance.
After a few moments, Arnav sauntered down the stairs and took a seat on Nani's left. Khushi took a deep breath and carried out breakfast. She went around serving everyone when Sheetal showed up and headed straight for the empty seat next to Arnav.
Khushi looked away and continued to serve her family when she heard Arnav speak up, his voice polite, but she recognized the underlying tones of anger. "Sheetal, if you don't mind, could you take that seat over there. I'd like for my wife to sit next to me."
Khushi watched as Sheetal awkwardly took her seat next to Aarav on the other side of the table.
And when she reached Arnav, he grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair beside him and promptly began serving the two of them.
Khushi missed the smiling faces of her family and the sneering one of Sheetal's as she concentrated on her husband. He looked calm on the outside, but one look in his eyes and she knew he wasn't happy about what happened - rather what didn't happened this morning.
But she was shaken out of her reverie when Sheetal shouted, "Aarav! You can't eat that!" And then she procceded to slap the waffle out of his hand.
"Arre, Sheetalji I especially made those waffles for Aarav with a sugar substitute." Khushi spoke up, shocked by Sheetal's behavior, had she always acted like this? She reached over and lovingly placed a a few waffles into his plate. "Here, have as many as you want."
"Thank you!" Aarav beamed at her as he dug into his meal, bringing a smile to Khushi's face.
The rest of breakfast was a quiet affair. Soon Arnav and Akash rose to leave for office, their respective wives joined them to the door. Sheetal, too, followed them while asking, "Arnav, do you mind if I join to the office? I'll just be a moment."
And with that Sheetal turned to go grab her stuff, but was stopped by Arnav as he called out, "You still have to send Aarav off to school, don't you, Sheetal? You should probably come later, one of our drivers will bring you." Arnav smiled at her tersely before placing a kiss on Khushi's cheek and leaving.
Arnav left a shell-shocked Khushi and Sheetal at the doorway, of course for different reasons.
Khushi was confused by his mannerisms. She didn't want him to give Aarav the cold shoulder, he was after all his son and in no way was he at fault for Arnav and Sheetal's past nor their present. No matter what, Aarav was his son, his firstborn even if it wasn't by her.
With a resigned sigh, Khushi turned and walked past Sheetal, not looking her way.
On her way up to the room, Khushi passed Sheetal's room and saw that Aarav was in there struggling with his tie for his uniform. Walking in, she knelt before him and asked, "Shall I tie it for you?"
Aarav smiled in response and Khushi fixed up his tie before adjusting his collar. Grabbing the comb she also fixed up his hair. "Now don't you look like a handsome little man?" Khushi smiled, cupping his cheek.
"Thank you, Khushi Aunty." Aarav hugged her. He moved, a somewhat sad expression on his face. "Back home, my nanny would always get me ready for school. I miss her."
"Nanny? You mean mommy, right?" Khushi questioned, puzzled. She remembered how attentive Sheetal was to Aarav when they came here.
"No. Mom was always too busy so she hired a nanny." Aarav stated simply. "But now I have you, right?" He asked with an hopeful expression.
Khushi kissed his forehead and promised, "Of course."
With that Aarav pulled on his backpack and ran out the door, throwing a bye over his shoulder, leaving Khushi to herself as she turned over this new found information.
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Hey! Some of you know me and some of you don't. But I hope you enjoy this chapter of Dire Consequences!
Please like and comment. :)
Love,
Anjani.
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