Arhi '100 Reasons To Avoid You' Ch 5 (34)PMS LATER

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100 REASONS TO AVOID YOU

The very reasons to love you

Chapter 1

It was the longest span I had ever been away from home. And it was my first ever trip with friends for a whole 25 days. Being last year had its own advantages, I had to admit, that the reason came in hand for my friends to blackmail me. Generally, I never accepted or let them talk me into it as it was hard for me not to stay away from home for so long. I enjoy being with family, even though everyone around me found it odd. We reached our university an hour ago and had our final goodbyes for the break. We are supposed to start the final trimester in a week. As I made my way out of my crazy friends to the parking lot where, I am sure, my brother would be waiting for me. And soon enough, I saw him leaning to the driver's side with a smile and nodded at me in acknowledgement.

We are the closest of all in my family. He stood by me in my every step. He is the only one who knew me inside and out. And he is the only one to know my secrets. All the while, he never judged me but supported me through my odds. At the end it was all that matters, to have a person who loves you for who you are. I hugged him, inhaling his cologne. I missed him so much that I can't express in a right word. When he is with me, I feel like I am safe and nothing will ever happen to me and no evil power will touch me. He will not let anything cross him.

"You have lots to share, Unex Doll…"he said with a grin and I rolled my eyes. It was my nickname that he gave me as soon as I was born and ever since, my family used it to annoy the crap out of me. Generally, I hate to be called by that but there were situations, like this, when I just wanted to hear it from him. It gave me a sense of relief that I am home. There, of course, is a story for naming me with that name. After him and Di, my parents decided that it is the family but two years after Di was born, Mamma was pregnant with me, which was unexpected but not unwelcomed. They were happy to have me in their life. Papa would say that I completed his family, provided him a bundle of joy and so he named me as that. Khushi. His happiness. Their happiness. Being 8 years elder, my brother found me as a doll when he first saw me and started calling me 'Unexpected Doll', which, later years, turned to short form with this 'Unex Doll'. He grinned widely, knowing well where my thoughts were processing as he continued, "come on, let's move our butts from this cold. By the way, where is that devil of a friend of yours?"

That remind me of looking behind in search of my devil… oops… best of a friend that anyone would dream off. At a distance, I spotted her hugging a couple of friends in her over dramatic way and that she would miss them all. I heard my brother groan at the scene. He hated her, just like she hated him. There isn't a moment where I can point that my brother and my best friend had been civil with each other for a minute. Ignoring his curses at her dramatic behavior, I signaled her to make it fast and watched her running to our direction. "We are going to stay in our homes for a whole week to rest," she pouted with a glare, but I knew, the receiving person was not me but brother, "can we just have few more minutes here? Driver has to wait, right?"

There goes again. Holding my arms around my chest, I leaned onto the bonnet, ready to watch the fight. "Did you just call me a driver?" Bhai shouted at her, pointing his finger, "a driver…? How dare you to…"

"Oh, come on Rishab Ji" she stressed his name with utmost respect, "a person who drives any vehicle is called a driver and here you are supposed to be the one among us to drive your monster."

"Monster…?" he shouted again, now glaring at her as if he was barely controlling his temper, "don't you dare ever again to call my baby a monster."

Yes… Bhai loves his baby, that is, his car. May be more than he loves me. And she found it easy to provoke him by badmouthing his baby as a monster. I never understand the craziness guys have for their cars and TV's. They want them to be huge, sleek and shiny. It was something I tried hard to know the reason but gave up after years of unsuccessful trails. Now, I am not in a mood to watch. "Bhai, Madhu," I called them out with my serious tone, "can you please stop your fight now? I am so tired and need a good hour's sleep."

The drive was quiet and peaceful. I put on my playlist that and let my mind wander on its own. I missed being in the city. I missed my family. I missed the banter Di, Bhai and I used to have every night before calling it a day. I missed his fights with Madhu for silly reasons. All in all, I missed being in my world. We dropped her at her place and bid our goodbyes rather quickly as she was having hard time not to pick another fight with him. I watched him roll his eyes as she moved her way. "Why do you hate her so much?" I asked him, for millionth time from past 18 years, "you know her all your life, Bhai. We have been friends since like forever. Still, you fight with her all the time like, you know, you met her the first time."

He shrugged as if it didn't matter to him, as if we were talking about some unimportant stuff. Okay, it might me unimportant for him but, this is about my best friend we are talking about. "I hate her over dramatic behavior and well, the feelings are reciprocated," he said as if it explained it all, "you should ask her for her problem, Khushi. And, we have new neighbors while you gone."

I groaned inwardly. Last tenant to that house were a womanizer and we have no say as we didn't owe the place nor have a knit friendship with the landlord. Papa bought our home 20 years ago and we have been living there forever. Last month, the colony had a serious meeting and thus succeeded in throwing the man out of the place. As reading my thoughts, he offered further, "it's a family, dear. But I don't think you will be okay with their son." I raised my eyebrow in question to which he chuckled. "Okay, son seemed too childish to his age. He is a man and say, a bad guy types. But I don't think he will be a problem as his parents are with him."

We both knew it was not the truth. No parents can stop if a man decided to be troublesome. But we kept it that way. We didn't want to ponder our time so he started his twenty questions regarding my trip. I prayed in the meanwhile, silently, not to have a trouble with this new family… well… with this new bad guy types new guy.

The next hour, I found myself in bone crushing hugs from Papa, Mamma and Di and a set of their own twenty questions. I pleaded Bhai to save me to which he smirked but came to my rescue. "Payal, can you bring my file that I placed on the table?" he asked Di to which she nodded and made her way. He turned to Papa with a serious look. "And Dad, can you please move your butt, or else you will be late for your office?" I chuckled when Papa realized he was late and with a kiss on my cheek, he moved his way out. Finally, he turned to Mamma, who eyed us suspiciously. We grinned sheepishly as she caught us. "She is tired, Mamma," he said and I took the chance to escape, leaving him to Mamma.

By the time I had a long warm shower, rain picked up out, making me shiver. I love monsoons. I love the rain and its cold wind that kisses our face gently, ruffles our hair, and caresses our souls. Opening the window, I inhaled the fresh air, throwing my towel on a nearby chair. The colony contains individual two storied creamy identical houses, which made the space between two is less than ten foot. Holding my arms to my chest, to warm myself, I closed my eyes, feeling the cool breeze. It was heaven. It really was. I feel alive. After dreadful trip with dead tired eyes, all anybody needed was sleep but nature mother sure knows how to lessen the stressful burden on her children. The scent of rain on the dry earth, petrichor as it is known, created Goosebumps all over my body. It was indeed heaven. I heard Mamma calling out for me to have breakfast. Returning the shout that I will be there in a while, I opened my eyes and then… frozen.

"Hey…!"

I heard the creature call out for me with a smile. Taking few deep breaths to control my nervous to find him in front of me, all of the sudden, I glared at him. How dare this man? It took me a whole five minutes to understand the man. He is my new neighbor, and unlucky as I am, his bedroom happened to be the one opposite to mine. How unlucky…! My eyes widened as I took his position. He was sitting on the window sill, with his legs dangling to the sides – on inside his room and one out – at two storied height. And then I looked at him for real. He had a red undershirt with shorts that barely covered his thighs. It can be called as boxers with a little long length than usual. And he was covered with ink all over his arms. There was a huge crisscross pattern covered his left arm in red and blue ink, from his wrist that ran throughout his arm and disappeared in his undershirt. There was a piercing on his ear with a metal ring. And his room, from where I can see, was a huge mess. He had his laptop on the sill that he had been working, or intend to work. How odd, I wondered, to sit on the window sill with his laptop on a rainy morning?

"If you are done checking me out," I heard him say in what seemed like a husky voice, "I guess you are Khushi Gupta, youngest child."

That snapped me from whatever world I was in. He was not a normal man, I noticed with a faint shiver that ran down my spine. Bhai said it correctly; I hated this man at first sight. He is the perfect epitome for bad guy types. And that means, I needed to be extra careful from this man. I moved away to make my way downstairs when I heard him say from my behind,"I am Arnav, by the way…"

I found Mamma and Di waiting for me with the TV on. "That is ridiculous," I said, annoyed, "how in the hell did we land here, Mamma, to have troublesome neighbors all the time?"

"I take it you met Arnav Singh Raizada," Mamma stated as if it is the most natural thing to happen. But of course, we just happened to share bedrooms opposite to each other. "It is what we all are feeling. I hope that guy keeps his distance."

Argh… I took the bowl of cereal Mamma offered with dejected sigh. I hate this Arnav Tattooed Raizada.

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