Nameless - ArHi FF Ch 2 Upd 2/17

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Chapter 1 - Haye Rama Yeh Kya Hua

She felt his gaze scorching her with its intensity and started dancing to the beats in her black barely-there sari top and her equally black salwar.

Tum itni pyaari ho saamne hum kaabu mein kaise rahein

She could feel his gaze caressing her in a way that she had permitted no one else to. His gaze lingered on her bare midriff and she felt a burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. She closed her eyes and turned her face away from him.

Teri aisi ada pe to fida hum hain

She tried to hide herself from him in the curtains, with a knowing smile on her face.

Kaise zidd karne lage

Jaane tumne kya kya socha aage aage

Hum to ab darrne lage

She wrapped herself around the curtains and arched backward to where his gaze was as if offering herself to him.

Tujhe pyaar karenge hum

Darrte ho kyon o jaaneman

Mere pyaar se

A small blush stole on her cheeks and she kept swaying her hips and her hands moved intricately matching her steps, matching her heartbeat.

Mujhko tadpaane lagin

Honth bheege bheege nasheeli ye aankhein

Pyaas ko jagaane lagin

Had he just touched her hair? Had his fingers just caressed her arms? Or was it her own fingers that were caressing her arm? She shivered not breaking her dance. She felt his gaze on her lips and they quivered. Her eyes opened in her drugged state.

'Khushi!' Payal squeaked.

Khushi broke out of her dance and looked at her sister. 'What, Jiji? Why didn't you let me finish this?'

Payal blushed and went to the fully appropriately clothed Khushi, 'What was that? What point were you making?'

Khushi started laughing, 'Jiji, look at your face. Oh my God, are you blushing?'

She doubled in laughter clutching her sides, her hands fisting on her long white nightshirt. Her sister had turned red just like her clothes. She stopped laughing for a moment, saw her sister's face, and doubled up again.

When her laughter finally subsided, she managed, 'Jiji, my point was that you can't just dance with your body, you need to dance with your facial expressions, too. You need to dance with your whole being. You need to immerse yourself in your performance!'

Payal sputtered, 'I know that, Khushi! I'm also a dance teacher. But what was that? What was that what you were doing? And more importantly, whom were you imagining?'

Khushi sobered up, her eyes still twinkling, 'Jiji, that, I was thinking of my dream lover!' Seeing Payal's face, she burst into laughter again.

Payal started hitting her, 'You shameless woman.'

'Ouch Jiji ''

'What was that? What dream lover?'

'Jiji, it's hurting!'

'If Amma, Bauji and Buaji find out what you were doing, they'll skin you alive!' Payal exclaimed.

Buaji walked inside clutching her forehead in her white Benarasi sari, 'Haye Re Nandkishore, what are you girls up to screaming in the morning?'

Khushi started laughing again. She had just danced on 'Haye Rama' and her Buaji came in with her 'Haye Re Nandkishore'. The irony!

Buaji stomped to Khushi and pulled her ear.

'Buaji, Buaji, stop it, it's hurting!'

'Why are you making this hullabaloo so early in the morning?'

'Buaji, today's just not my day. First Jiji hits me, and now you!'

'Haye Re Nandkishore! You're always doing something and we have to keep pulling your ears.' Buaji smiled.

Payal went to Buaji, 'Buaji, she didn't do anything. We were just playing around. Buaji, it's hurting her!'

'It's because of your love that she's become so spoilt. You don't even let me scold her!'

Khushi muttered, 'If pulling my ears is not letting her scold me, I wonder how scolding is then.'

'I heard that! Look at her Payal, she has become so spoilt.' Buaji teased her beloved niece.

Garima came into the room hearing the ruckus, 'Jiji, what's happening?' she asked Buaji.

'Nothing, our Sanka Devi is showing her sanak all over again. How will we get her married?' Buaji shook her head worrying about her niece's fate.

Khushi rolled her eyes, 'Relax Buaji, we have to get our Sharmiliji married first. Think about me a lot later.' Khushi glanced at the clock and squealed. 'Jiji, we'll be late for the dance class!'

'No Khushi, you'll be late for the dance class. I'm already ready.'

Khushi and Payal walked to the Dance Academy laughing and chatting away. Khushi had been teaching dance for 5 years now as she had no interest in studying. She completed high school, and started teaching dance to kids at the age of nineteen. She was a trained Bharat Natyam and Kathak dancer. Along the way, she picked many different forms of dance, both Indian and Western. Dance was her passion.

Payal, on the other hand, had been teaching dance for 3 years. She completed her B.A first at the age of twenty-one, and then continued with her lifelong dream of teaching kids how to dance. Since Payal was the more practical one of the two, she had wanted a backup plan. Khushi as always just followed her passion without any backups.

Khushi suddenly halted in her tracks and giggled, 'Jiji, he's here.'

Payal looked at where Khushi was looking at and blushed. 'Keep walking Khushi.'

'But Jiji, his car broke down, again,' Khushi chortled at her own joke.

Payal threw daggers at Khushi, 'I said let's keep walking.'

'Jiji, give the poor guy a break. His car keeps breaking down here every morning, for the last three months, shouldn't you at least talk to him and direct him to Happyji's garage?'

Payal threw another murderous glance to the poor bloke who had stopped the pretense of fiddling with his engine, and was clearly staring at Payal. And walked off with Khushi lagging behind her pity clearly etched in Khushi's eyes.

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Chapter 2 - Chalte Chalte, Yoon Hi Koi Mil Gaya Tha

When you dance, don't just dance with your body, also dance with your face; dance with your entire being. ' Preeto Gupta

Chalte chalte, chalte chalte
Yun hee koyee mil gaya tha
Yun hee koyee mil gaya tha
Sare raah chalte chalte

'Yeah, that's it Madhuri. One, two, three, four; one, two, three, four.' Khushi chanted with the beats.

She walked around the dance studio correcting any poses and ensuring that the mudras were being performed perfectly.

Vahee thamke reh gayee hai
Vahee thamke reh gayee hai
Meree raat dhalte dhalte
Meree raat dhalte dhalte

'Rupa, you're performing the steps perfectly, but don't make your face into a stone. Think about what you're feeling when dancing to this, and express it on your face. What do you want others to feel when they watch the dance? You need to show it on your face,' Khushi commented on a very bright student who just had problems with her expressions. 'You are trying to portray a story here. Think about what she is feeling and show it.'

As Rupa tried to show her emotions on her face, Khushi smiled. She loved all her students. Some of them just wanted to dance on Indian songs; and others on Western. She tried to bring a variety to them so that they were equally enthralled with this art as she was.

The bell rang and she saw Payal waiting for her. She smiled at her sister and saw the students walking out talking about the different steps.

'Khushi, you remember we have to go to the temple right? We have to get the stuff Amma had asked from the Panditji.' Payal reminded her sister.

'Yeah, Jiji. Chill. I remember. Let's go.'

Inside the temple, there was another conversation going on. 'Anjali Bitiya, is Chotey coming?' Naniji asked hoping against hope that her grandson would come inside the temple.

Anjali shook her head sadly, 'You know how he is Naniji, he's waiting for us outside, but he won't come inside. I'm praying that one day he will come inside.'

Mamiji interrupted, 'Don't worry Anjali Bitiya, I know that the day is not too far that Devi Maiya will bring him in.'

Anjali smiled comforted. She turned and bumped into a soft body whose arms automatically clutched hers to support her. She lifted her face and saw eyes the color of a hawk peer at her in worry. 'Are you OK?' a lovely voice chimed.

Anjali smiled again, 'I'm fine. Thanks,' she straightened up.

'You should be careful where you walk. At least it was just me you bumped into. Imagine if it was someone else? Haye Babaji, I'm glad you're OK.'

Anjali looked curiously at the slip of a girl who was talking nineteen to a dozen. Dressed in a simple blue Punjabi suit, the girl-woman lean towards her conspiratorially, 'I always keep stumbling around and my Jiji keeps lecturing me. I am just doing this to pacify her, so don't feel bad OK?' And the girl actually winked at her!

'Khushi, I heard that,' Payal hit her hand softly. 'I hope you are OK.'

Both the women greeted the family and turned away.

Anjali watched the two women chatting away. The one whom she had bumped into had such a zest for life! And her older sister, she was assuming that she was her older sister, was completely in tune with the younger one, albeit they each had different personalities.

Naniji gave Anjali a questioning look, 'Naniji, they both seem very sweet right?'

Mamiji interrupted, 'Yeah, very sweet, bitiya. It was so funny the way she was scolding you.'

Khushi continued her chatter. 'Jiji, it's over, now let's go. Salman Khan's movie is going to come on TV,' Khushi said excitedly jumping up and down in joy.

'Khushi, you and Salman Khan. Which one is it anyways?'

Khushi laughed. Her sister was completely like her. She always pretended to get mad at Khushi, but she knew that there interests were similar. Payal was just a little less crazy than her.

She suddenly collided into a hard body, and clutched a fistful of material. The other person's hands had automatically clutched her waist to support her. She looked up in shock and saw caramel eyes peer at her.

Her breath hitched. The eyes she was looking at were just beautiful. Her gaze slowly moved downwards. His nose was long and straight. It looked like he hadn't shaved in days, which gave him a very rugged look. She looked back up at his eyes. She noticed that his gaze was also perusing her face, taking in her large doe like eyes, small button like nose, and-

'Khushi!' Payal's voice broke the spell.

He dropped his hands from her waist, and she dropped hers from his shirt. She took a step back, and then another.

'Can't you watch where you are going?' his voice suddenly boomed.

That broke her trance. Never one to back from a fight, she took a step forward, 'Can't you watch where you are going?'

'How dare you talk back to Arnav Singh Raizada!' he shouted making several heads turn in their direction. His family stared at the confrontation in shock.

'And how dare you talk back to Khushi Gupta!' she retorted.

He was turning an interesting shade of red in anger. No one, absolutely no one had ever dared talk back to him. People cowered from him in fear, and this, this, this woman was staring straight in his eyes shooting daggers! How dare she!

Payal looked at Khushi anxiously, knowing her temper, 'Khushi, let's go,' she tried to cajole her sister.

'Jiji, no. What does he think of himself? Mr. High Almighty? Mr. Big Headed? No, more like Mr. Pig Headed. Nah Jiji, found a perfect name for him, Laad Governor!' she spat the name on his face.

'You don't know what I can do to you. I can make your life pure hell. How dare you-' he started.

'Is that all you know how to say? You started the fight, now apologize and I'll let it go.' Khushi said magnanimously.

Anjali's, Mamiji's and Naniji's mouths dropped open comically at the same time.

'What the!'

'What, what the? Will you complete the sentence or just leave it hanging? Oh, you're not completing it out of respect for Babaji and Devi Maiya,' she nodded her head sagely, 'I understand. At least you have that much decency.'

Arnav just stared at the girl incredulously. 'I'm not doing it out of respect for anyone! I don't even believe in this nonsense. I've not even stepped inside a temple for over 10 years!' He wondered why he was giving her all this unnecessary information.

Now it was Khushi's turn to look at him incredulously, 'Not believe in Babaji or Devi Maiya? Are you out of your mind? Not step in a temple for over 10 years?' A thought suddenly struck her and she took a step forward, 'Are you OK?' she asked him seriously.

'What the! Are you crazy!' he exclaimed again.

Khushi nodded as if finally understanding something, 'I think Devi Maiya made us meet so that I can make you go into a temple. It goes against everything I believe in that you haven't been in a temple for that long.'

'What the!' His phone suddenly rang and snapped at his Bluetooth, 'Yes Aman.'

Payal was watching the exchange quietly because once Khushi started with something, there was no stopping her. She watched Khushi's expression change and did not like it one bit. Khushi always had outrageous ideas that landed her in hot water. She saw Khushi's hand jerk forward and-

Khushi snatched the arrogant, pompous ass's Bluetooth from his ear. He turned and stared at her in shock. 'What the!'

She took the Bluetooth and ran inside the temple zooming straight to where Anjali was.

'Hi, mind if I stand with you for a while?'

Anjali nodded laughing uncontrollably. She turned to her Chotey and laughed even harder. He had started his murderous ascent to the temple, removed his shoes and entered.

Anjali, Mamiji and Naniji looked dumbfounded. Was this their Chotey who was outsmarted by the smiling girl standing next to them? Was this girl the one who finally managed to get Chotey in the temple?

'Hello Hi Bye Bye, this beautiful girl got Arnav Bitwa to enter the temple? I told you Anjali Bitiya that the day was close. I just didn't know it was today!' Mamiji exclaimed.

As he approached her, she forced the Bluetooth in Anjali's hand, gave a wide smile thanking Anjali, and ran to Payal as if the devil was behind her heels.

She turned and saw Arnav glaring at her. Since her mission was accomplished and she had won the battle, she stuck her tongue out to him.

Wow. Smart khushi. Please update and PM em.

That was really awesome
loved kushi
looking forward to the next part

I loved it. Update soon pls