OS: Three Things about Arnav S. Raizada

Three Things about Arnav S. Raizada was a spur of the moment thing. I was listening to a song and it inspired me, so this is the result. I hope you people enjoy it. This has not been proofread and I Probably won't continue this as a short story either since I just can't do updates. so like I always say, Happy Reading.

She stared at him shocked and surprised. Frustration leaving her body through tears and anger taking over her; she loved this man with everything she had in her. He broke her, took her through hell but in the end he loved her so much that she gave in every time. But today, as she started at her husband of three years, Arnav Singh Raizada, she realized of the doubt he held within him, doubt or fear she couldn't really pin point.

She quickly wiped her tears when she realized someone knocking on her bedroom door and in shaky voice yelled "Coming" and that is when Arnav turned away and walked to the big French windows.

Khushi silently opened the door and picked up her one and a half year old son in her arms, she took him and starting changing his clothes for the party they were supposed to attend tonight, together as a family. Truth be told, she wasn't really in the mood of a party tonight and neither was her husband but it was a family evening in the governor's mansion and you just can't decline at the last minute. So she dressed her son to in a black suit that she could guarantee he would ruin tonight. Her son was a playboy. Not the woman kind, but the drop-stuff-on-my-clothes kind and if he was going to be anything like his father, he would be a playboy of the Woman kind too. Nevertheless, her son, their son had to look his best and so he was adorned in a banana republic suit with a bowtie and his custom made Italian shoes.

Their son, he had the looks of his father and his mother's big eyes. With the best from both of them, he made a fare boy and would make an even better man. She just hoped he had her heart and not his fathers. That thought made him look at her husband, who now had turned around and was looking at his wife dress his son. If AaryaVeer Singh Raizada wasn't the "baby" of the crowd tonight, Pigs might start flying. He remembered when his lovely wife, Mrs. Raizada, as he liked to call her, would call her son handsome and he went through an inferiority complex. This was his son too but he was boy, and his wife was calling another boy, man, whatever handsome, how could she?!? He smiled at the thought and stepped over to the balcony to smoke his cigar when he received a glare from his wife.

He turned around when he heard her humming a song and picking out a saree for herself, Khushi K.G.S. Raizada was a picky woman and the world knew, he had given up on getting her out of the door on time 70 years ago. So tonight, he decided not to interrupt her and maybe they would make it on time. She picked up a red saree for herself, let's all face it, it was his favorite color and no matter how much he made her cry, she was still his wife and she still dressed for him and no one else. He winced at the thought that he had made her cry, he really was something when he was angry. She didn't have to go out all by her self and lose the security service, they were politicians, they didn't go out in public without security. He didn't like having her tied down but it's not like they interrupted her, they were casual. Losing her bodyguards was a typical "Gupta" move and he would not have it. There were a few important people left in his life after his Nani passing away last year and his parents long gone. His family comprised of his wife and son and his sister's family. There was no way in hell he was loosing them.

"So What do you have to say for your reckless behavior and yourself?" He had shouted the moment he had entered his house. His wife usually made it to the door before he did and when she heard him, she winced. He felt a pang of regret and then remembered why he was doing it in the first place.

"I am tired of this Arnav, I like being able to do things my self" Khushi explained herself.

"You knew this would happen when you married me, there's always security around every single Raizada-"

"-I am a Gupta Arnav" She interrupted him

"Gupta. Singh. RAIZADA" Arnav said with eyes that could set the place on fire.

"I will always be who I was, being a Raizada doesn't change anything"

"It changed everything, you are a wife and mother, are you not?"

"I didn't mean it like that"

"Of course not"

"I want my freedom Arnav"

"Over my dead-"

"ARNAV" Khushi screamed and then taken over by anger, slapped him.

"Watch what you say Arnav, I have loved you since I have known love and not once have you said it back to me. I sometimes, don't even know if I mean anything to you"

And that had been the last straw, Arnav dragged Khushi upstairs to their bedroom and the biggest of all fights had taken place with Arnav screaming something along the lines of "I should have never married you".

That had ended it all, Khushi had nothing to say and when Arnav had tried to apologize, she had raised her hand to stop him and just stared at him.

He did regret saying what he had said, he couldn't imagine what he would feel like had she ever said the same to him, he would probably been broken and would have entered a hole that no one would be able to take him out of. But here was his wife instead, dressing up in a red saree with glittering gold border and a black lacy blouse. She was the sexiest woman for him but this sexy woman wasn't talking to him right now and he needed to change that soon. There were three things the world knew about Arnav Singh Raizada;

1. He played politics like it was meant to be.

2. He was a designer along side and one of the best

and last

3. He could not live without his wife. He was whipped and when asked by the papers, his response always was "Rightly So".

His wife was beautiful; she was the best wife and an even better mother. She managed this household and she managed a women's leadership camp. His wife, really was beautiful, in all of it's sense.

He threw his Cigar into the ash tray and stepped inside. And just at the right moment as well, his wife was struggling with her necklace, how could he not help her with the pearls. He walked behind her and sensing his presence, she dropped her arms along her sides and let him to his job. He quickly kissed her neck where the clasp had dropped and moved to pick up his tuxedo and changed.

He walked upto his wife, who without any argument, tied his bowtie, just like she had done with their son. Quietly, they walked downstairs and he checked his watch and not surprisingly enough, they were late. He was about to make a comment when he noticed his wife wasn't her radiant self. Well he didn't imagine anyone being after their fight. They sat in their car and with the police car's tailing the behind and protecting the front, they set off.

Three hours into the party, he had noticed his wife walk out and he decided he had had enough of this. So he walked up to the Floor and sat on a single chair with a guitar in his hand. In the softest and huskiest of voices, he spoke "Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada"

The woman in question, walked back into the party only to hear her name being called and went to the source of it. She folded her hands and stared at him. When he looked up she just stared at his regretful and apologetic eyes, and then he begin

"Kabhi jo badal barse,

mein dekhoon tujhe aankhein bhar ke,

tu lage mujhe pehli baarish ki dua"

Khushi unknowingly smiled, it was one of her favorites lately. And then somewhere, she started to forgive him.

"Tere pehloon mein rehloon

mein khud ko paagal kehloon

tu gham de ya khushiyan saathiya"

"Koi nahi, tere siwa mera yahaan

manzile hai meri toh sab yahaan

mita de sabhi aaja phaasle

mein chahoon mujhe mujhse baatle

zara sa mujhme jhaankle

mein hoon kya"

"Pehle kabhi, na maine tujhe gham diya

phir tujhe kyun tanha kar diya

guzare the jo lamhe pyaar ke

hamesha tujhe maan ke

toh phir maine badly kyun adaa

yeh kyun kiya"

Khushi laughed as he changed last few words to make him the accuse instead of the victim like the song. She walked upto him and set his guitar down. She pulled him up and off the chair he looked so comfortable on and gave him what he needed the most, forgiveness, that well and a hug.

"I'm sorry sweetheart" Arnav gave the sincerest of apologies

"I forgive you" Khushi smiled and then Arnav did what he had wanted to do ever since he had seen her in that sari.

He kissed her. He kissed her smile. He kissed her happiness, his happiness. He kissed his Khushi. He kissed Her.

-Sammy-

The Song: Kabhi jo Badal Barse

Artist: Arijit Singh

Composer: Sharib & Toshi

Lyrics: Turaz & Areem Shizari

Movie: Jackpot

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