ArShi FF :Tu Hi Bata Mere Maula - Page 6

What is the name of this feeling?


It's a Thursday today. Last week, on the Thursday ArShi had met for the first time. It was such an awkward situation, when they met at first time. Khushi, the girl who meets very few people in a week, the one whose World is so limited, the one who has been sharing her love, sorrows, happiness, life and dreams with her love ones, her family, friends and the few people she is known to. The girl who has persuade herself that night, to not think about that stranger, the girl who was so sure that she is not going to cross her path again with the same guy, was not able to divert her mind from that incident, that day and that stranger. Everything related to that day, reminds her about him. As when she has gone to pick her vehicle from the garage, when she caressed the seat, her chain of thoughts immediately stroke to that day, that incident which means that stranger.

There was nothing different about Arnav also. He decided to get busy in the office work as he usually does. More meetings, more conferences, more presentation, but nothing was there to divert his concentration from that ordinary girl, or if she was not so ordinary. Anyways, he's started throwing his anger, hatred, frustrations on others. As he did in last few days, when he threw a heavy bunch of files on a female employee when she permitted for the leaves, spilled coffee on the peon's clean and crisped uniform because there was a little strong as he prefer to drink and many more. Whenever he used to sit in his beautiful black car and drive it, immediately the pictures of that day, that incident comes in front of his eyes, which meansthat stranger.



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Next Morning



Arnav who has not slept for nights, because of workload and that girl, is sleeping peacefully a when a fresh ray of The Sun, from his glass door window, fell on his face, raised his right arm and covered the face supporting his right elbow on the forehead and palm on the face, then he turned to his right side and held the his table clock from the dark grey side table kept on the side of his king size bed, in his left fist, and took a look on the time, narrowing his eyes. The clock was showing 9:15 am, he immediately kept the clock on the table again and murmured in the mind, "at least, on the dining table with others, I would be able to divert my mind from all this nonsense"

And removed his black and white duvets, tiptoed from the bed and open the wooden door of the bathroom and rushed inside.

After few minutes, the well-dressed Arnav Singh Raizada, in plain mulberry purple crisped and clean shirt, with black trousers. He then quickly brushed his hairs, snatched his black jacket, hung it in the right hand and tiptoed for the dining table.

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Khushi was already waken, she in the light blue night suit, reading the newspaper sitting crossing both her legs on the white woven chair swing, which was hung in the terrace of her room, on which she has placed peach colored cushions, while reading newspaper, meanwhile she is sipping her coffee, the jade colored coffee mug is held in her right hand, then something in the newspaper caught her eyes it was an offer for an job interview,

"At least by this, I would be able to divert my mind from all this nonsense", by thinking this she climbed down from the swing and rushed in her room, and entered the bathroom.

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Nani, who was sitting on the head chair of the dining, Kiran on her left and Suhani on the right, they were having their breakfast when Arnav entered, their eyes enlighten as he was having breakfast with them after a long time and the stubborn Suhani was also not opposing it, as she was in a very good mood today, may be for a change, he took out the chair, next to the Kiran's and jumped on it. Hariprasad came immediately and flipped the plate, placed the fork in his left whereas knife and spoon, on the right, then he turned the glass and filled it with orange juice. Hariprasad was going to serve him, but he denied by raising his right hand, then took the table cloth and placed it on his lap and took a bread slice and started applying the thin layer of butter on it. A strange smile was on Nani's face, which was noticeable by kiran from last night, so curiously she asked, "Ma! Why are you looking so happy today".


"Ah! Khush hone wali baat hi hai...Arnav Babua is having breakfast with us after a long time na...", she lied.

Arnav didn't reacted a word on her statement, not because he knew that she was lying, just because he wanted to do hurry and rush from all this, and as soon as possible he may get forget about her, so he remained silent.

"Okie...", she believed her mother but interrupted by Suhani, "Really nani! This is the only reason behind your pretty smile", she asked with the fake innocence.



On which Arnav rolled his eyes because he was not at all interested in their childish conversation and his most important goal was to not think about that incident, and their childishness was reminding him ofher, so he started sipping his juice.


Kiran understood that something is cooking between nani and Suhani, as their relationship was of friends more than grandmother and granddaughter, they both used to share all their secrets, love, sorrows, happiness everything with each other. So she decided to ask straightly to them, "what is cooking", she asked intertwining the fingers.


"Nothing...everything has cooked earlier", nani again lied but this time with hesitation.

"what about you?", she asked looking at Suhani.
Suhani replied her question in one go, " Actually masi there is nothing big for us...but for nani...actually your son...no no no...her favorite grandson NK bhai is coming tomorrow...", she answered pointing on nani with a expression of smirk on her lips.

"He is not my grandson...he is like my boyfriend", nani disagreed proudly.

By hearing this, Arnav who was sipping his juice coughed, so kiran offered him some water to drink and rubbed his back, but he left the house in anger as somehow, it reminded him of her,

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Khushi who has reached for the interview of assistant fashion designer in a fashion house named as something, Kaya's. She entered from the big glass door and asked met the receptionists near the entrance, who were as beautiful as a model can, she plastered a smile on her face and greeted khushi, "good morning Ma'am! What can I do for you?"

"Can you please tell me where are the interviews going for the Assistant Fashion designer?", she asked.


The receptionist informed her about the interview room, so Khushi entered the elevator and pressed the tab for the 3^rd floor, in few seconds when she reached there she saw huge line of applicants and she was one of them, she get seated on the red velvet sofa placed in front of the interview room, after a long time her number came and she entered inside. The interviewer inside, the lady in her mid-forties greeted and told khushi to get seated, after a quick introduction of khushi took a look on khushi's designs, it seemed that she was so impressed with her designs, and was going to select her, when the landline of the lady rang, she picked it up and after a short conversation in which the person on the other side had ordered her to stop the interviews as they have hired someone else on the basis of recommendation, after disconnecting the call she rejected Khushi,
"Sorry your designs are good but not that good enough for our Fashion House...so we can't select you"

Khushi was not disappointed by the rejection but was confused with the reaction of lady so she asked, "have you selected someone else."


"Ah! yes", she answered with a little pause.

"then why were you taking the interviews", complained khushi.

"we are not bound to answer you.", she answered curtly.

"yes!! So you can waste the other's precious time and chose the applicant with recommendation or bribe." , she sarcastically stated and left the room and so the office without any delay as their behaviour reminded her of him.

It was not like that she has rejected for the first time or had never face this kind of situation, she did face it before, but this was the first time when it reminded her of someone, the fashion house, the interviewer and her answer reminded her of that stranger, to whom she wanted to not remind at least for some time and came here for the interview. But she got disappointment, because it recreated that incidence, that insult, that hatred, that stranger like a painting in front of her eyes. She has asked herself that what is the name of this feeling, but as always she did'nt get any answer.