NEW FF- CHAHAT(Part 3, pg 12) May 5

Hi, some of you may know me. I am a regular on the Kitni Mohabbat Hai Forum and I've written a few Arjun and Arohi FF's. Everyone there has been incredibly supportive of my FF's. I am also a huge Arnav and Khushi fan. They have amazing chemistry! I had started this FF based on Arjun and Arohi but I think it suits Khushi and Arnav too. I decided to post here too and if it's liked, I can continue

INDEX:

Part 1-Page 1

Part 2-Page 6

Part 3-Page 12

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Part 1

People danced and moved to the music that pumped through the venue, liquor flowed freely, the club was packed to maximum capacity. Arnav watched from what he considered the "pent house". The pent house because it gave him a 360 degree view of his club, "Karma." One of 5 clubs that he owned and operated. 5 of the most popular hot spots in the Country. Karma was the newest and had quickly become the place to be with people waiting for hours in line up to get in, knowing that most nights they would be turned away. But that didn't stop them from coming back to try again and again to get into one of Arjun's clubs. Anything attached to his name was known to be the cream of the crop. He was after all Arnav Singh Raizada and he didn't attach his name to just anything. His clubs, casinos, restaurants, everything he touched, flourished and became the new IT place. But as he stared down at the laughing, intoxicated youth he remembered back to a time when everything wasn't so easy. When he had to fight for everything he wanted. When he had to steal and sometimes beg just for a meal. No, life hadn't been about luxuries back then, it had been about survival. And he had done things he wasn't proud of, just to survive. He'd done things that he never wanted to think about again, but through it all there was always one goal. He would have more money, more power, more control then anyone else in the City, hell in the whole damn country. He'd decided on that very young. By the time he was 5 infact, when he watched the disgust and disdain on the wealthy people that balked at giving a young boy a few rupees towards a meal, that was when he had decided that he would have more then any of them. He would one day look down at them. When they came to his clubs and his casinos it would be him that would be the powerful one. Those same people would be coming to him for entrance into his club or for credit in his casinos. He would be the one that looked down at them with disgust. And now at 29 he was there. He had more money then he could possibly spend in 10 lifetimes. He had investments, businesses, properties in various countries, luxury vehicles...the list was endless. From nothing... he became something extraordaire. Along the way he may have had to lie, blackmail, cheat, coerce but you don't make it to the top without making a few enemies along the way. Taking a sip of his drink he moved away from the glass windows that made up the "penthouse." His eyes drifting to the TV's set up showing almost every inch of the club. People were having a good time, that usually meant they were spending money. With a satisfied smile on his face he accessed his empire. His security team hard at work making sure everything was running smoothly. Hearing his name, Arnav looked towards the door. Aman stood at the door looking a little uneasy. Aman was Arnav's right hand man. There weren't many people Arnav trusted, but he did count Aman to be one of them. He'd joined him when Arnav had opened his first club 10 years ago, and today he was General Manager of Operations for all the Club and Casinos. Arnav walked over to his bar and poured a drink, handing it to Aman." "Neat?" Arnav questioned as Aman nodded his head taking the glass from his hands and taking a calming drink. Pausing for a moment he finally said "She's here." Arnav, who's attention was on the security footage looked over at Aman questioningly. "Who's here?' he asked. "Khushi" "I got a voice mail message this morning saying she's arrived back in Mumbai." "The only thing is, she still hasn't arrived home." he continued. Arnav felt himself grow cold. "Where did she go?" he asked quietly, as he took a drink of his scotch. "I don't know." "Her luggage arrived, but no Khushi." Aman replied hesitantly. Arnav's cold stare met Aman's anxious one. "Well then find her." he said roughly. His steely gaze scoured through the crowd of people as he felt tension start to build in his neck. What the hell was she doing back?!

 

Heads turned as she walked in, hands reached out that were instantly pushed away, as she walked by. Big brown eyes, already glassy from alcohol, her mouth full and luscious, hair that fell in soft waves down her back, so thick and beautiful. Her gold sleeveless, mid thigh length dress, hugging her body as if it had been painted on her. A body that made men quickly forget themselves, as she walked past. She was perfect. Any man's fantasy. But behind the illusion of perfection lay a heart that had turned ice cold long ago. A heart that she wasn't even sure even beat any more. But she'd long ago given up caring. "Gin and Tonic." she said to the man to her left who smiled and nodded as he turned away to get her her drink. A smile lingered on her lips as she walked, not bothering to make eye contact with the men and women who openly stared at the beauty with her entourage. "Quite the club you have here." said her friend Payal from beside her. Khushi smirked as her drink was pressed into her hand. "We'll see if this club lives up to it's expectations.' she said as she took a sip of her drink. Walking through the dance floor as crowds moved aside for her and her friends. "Let's see if Mumbai knows how to party." she said in a husky voice, looking up at the DJ box and making eye contact with the DJ. His smile told her he was ready. And suddenly the music pumped louder and an abundance of champagne bottles started to uncork at the bar, spilling over on to the already drunk crowd surrounding the bar. The dance floor went crazy to the new track that now pumped through the club. Khushi smiled as she started to move with the music, her drink already finished she leaned over to Ryan and said "I feel like champagne." "Infact champagne all around!" she said with a smile. Within minutes a glass of champagne was in her hands, and as she danced and cheered to the music, her gaze settled on a man. A man walking through his kingdom, a beautiful woman to his right, whispering and giggling into his ear. His hard expression softening a little at something the woman had said, but his shrewd gaze took everything in as he stalked through the club. Still devastatingly handsome, Khushi thought as she drank back her champagne. His chocolate brown eyes were still distant and cold. His smile which could be teasing, and soft, or sexy and even sinister. His body rock hard, a lifetime of hard work had made sure of it. He was the epitome of a romantic hero, tall, dark and handsome, except he was no hero. He was the villain of her story. And never again would she repeat her old mistakes and think he was anything but. She wasn't young, desperate Khushi anymore. She'd grown up, and she knew how the world worked now. Shoving her empty glass at someone, she turned into Ryan's arms. "Kiss me!" she ordered, and Ryan was only too happy to comply.

 

Arnav turned slowly, a prickly sensation in the back of his neck as he heard a roar of cheers coming from the dance floor. It was nothing new in a dance club but nevertheless his attention moved to it. There centre stage, stood a man and woman in a tight embrace. He couldn't see either of their faces but they were clinging to each other. Just as Arnav was about to turn from the scene, the woman pulled away and slowly turned, making direct eye contact with him. Arnav felt like he'd been sucker punched in the gut. She was staring right at him, a slow smirk rising to her lips as her eyes continued to bore into him. Arnav felt his body go rigid, his hand clench as his gaze moved to where this man still held Khushi around the waist. His eyes came back to her face and even from this distance he could see the anger, and the hate. He shook it off him, steeling himself against all of it. What the hell was she doing back? What the hell was she wearing and most importantly who the hell was this guy? Were thoughts that were predominant in his mind. With his lips drawn into a tight line he dialed Aman's number. "Khushi is here!" "On the dance floor, get her out of here." he ordered. But as he looked up at where Khushi was just moments before, he found no sign of her. Leaving Shefali behind he began moving through the crowd to where he'd seen her last. He could see some of his security doing the same thing. But in a crowd so large it was very easy to slip away and when finally he raced upstairs to the penthouse and had security play back footage, he saw that she had slipped out before anyone could have gotten to her. Sending a little kiss to the camera that she spotted as she stepped outside. Arnav stared at the freeze frame of Khushi Kumari Gupta, still as beautiful as ever, but her smile, her warm infectious smile was now cold and brittle. Her glowing, laughing eyes, now almost had a hollow quality to them. She'd lost her innocence was the thought that ran through his mind as he stared at her picture. NO...she hadn't lost it, he'd stolen it, he thought to himself. Hearing his phone ring he picked up knowing it was Aman. "Did you find her?" he asked. "She's just arrived at a house party 15 minutes from here." "I'm heading over to get her." Aman replied. "No...I'll get her." Arnav replied softly. His eyes still staring at the photo of her on the screen. She was his responsibility and whether she liked it or not it was time to remind her of that fact. The sooner she came to terms with it, the easier it would be on everyone. With that thought Arnav stalked out of the room. A heavy weight settling on his shoulders.

So there it is. Please do let me know what you thought of it and if it's something I should continue in this Forum. Thanks for reading.