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Chapter 5
Never
before...never before had Arnav Singh Raizada been so utterly
humiliated.
And it was all due to person besides him: Khushi
Rathod...the bane of his existence. He glowered at her only to find
that she was smirking back at him as if she knew this would happen.
He resisted the
urge to growl at her. Why was it that this woman had the ability to
destroy his legendary control...make his lose his inhibitions? She
was the most infuriating, troublesome, stubborn, passionate,
beautiful...he didn't feel like continuing that list, not when
unwanted thoughts entered his head.
Di and Akaash were
still standing there with knowing smiles on their faces.
Akaash
sauntered forward and draped an arm around Arnav. "So Bhai, what
were you and Khushi doing here, on the terrace, akele?
I thought you were going to your
room."
Arnav threw
Akaash's arm off of him and scoffed. "Did I say I was going to my
room? No right? Where I go and what I do is none of your business.
This is my house after all."
"Fine
Chote, but with whom
you do your business
with is our concern." Anjali added in, gauging Arnav and Khushi's
reactions.
Arnav's eyes bulged
momentarily while Khushi sported a rosy blush.
"Di!
How can you even think...I mean...Arnav and I were just having a bit
of fun!" Khushi spluttered.
Akaash
sidled up to her. "Khushi...back in the day, you and Bhai used to
wrestle for fun.
Surely that wasn't what you were doing now." He grinned at her
naughtily. She held Akaash's gaze, not wanting to back down.
"ENOUGH!"
Arnav yelled. He didn't like what Akaash was implying, not one bit.
Arnav tried to take deep breaths, but they didn't seem to help.
"Khushi
and I were discussing something. You know her, she get's crazy when
she's bored." He ignored the incredulous glare she gave him. She
had no right to give him that look. It was because of her they were
in this situation in the first place! "So she attacked
me...literally. There, kahani ka the end."
Unfortunately,
Anjali and Akaash didn't look very convinced but they dropped the
subject.
Of
course, Khushi had to have the last word so she elbowed him in the
gut...hard. "You conveniently left out the part where you
tried to attack me,
key word...tried."
"Oh,
we saw that. We came up here right when Khushi was attacking your
hair." Anjali said, pointing to the ridiculous mess that sat on
Arnav's head.
At their horrified looks, Anjali snorted. "Chote,
Akaash wanted to talk to you about the latest football match. When he
couldn't find you, he went back down and requested my help. When we
finally found you...well...we didn't want to disturb you from your
fun."
Arnav
knew it was pointless arguing with his sister, plus the grin on
Khushi's face was irritating him, so he sagged his shoulders in
defeat. "Whatever Di, just drop it." Though he couldn't be mad
with his Di, Akaash was a different story. Arnav pointed his finger
threateningly at his little cousin. "If you dare mutter a single
word of this to anyone...I will kill you.
Understand?" Arnav resisted the urge to smile when Akaash gulped
and nodded his head.
He turned to face
Khushi who was controlling her laughter. "And you Rathod!
This...this is all your fault!"
She patted his
shoulder. "You still don't know how to handle losing, do you?"
"Shut
up Khushi." He ground out, not looking at her.
She sighed and
moved past him. "Di, Akaash, I should get home as it is pretty
late. Maa and Papa should be home by now as well." Khushi was not
sure she wanted to leave Anjali all alone, especially if Shyam came
back.
Anjali pouted.
"Khushiii...do you have to go? Let's have some fun, just like we
did way back when..." She asked in a childish voice, not sounding
at all like the thirty-two year old woman she was.
"Di,
are you really asking her to spend the night?" Arnav asked in
disgust. However, he was glad that Di had asked her this. She would
be protected against Shyam when he did come back. Plus, it saved him
the awkwardness of asking Khushi to sleep over.
"Chote,
this is the first time after seven months that Khushi and I are
seeing each other. She's my little sister, of course I want her to
spend the night!" Anjali said, softly chastising her brother.
Arnav turned away
from them, concealing a small smile. "Fine, whatever. Just don't
bother me!"
Khushi yawned.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Nav." She ruffled his hair once more and
sprinted away from him before he could comprehend what happened.
Anjali and Akaash
just looked on in utter amusement as Arnav desperately tried to
flatten his hair.
"Unbelievable." He muttered more profanities
under his breath. "Di! Keep her away from me." Arnav grumbled and
stalked off to his room.
Akaash and Anjali
stared at the spot through which he had left.
"Why
do I have the feeling that Bhai's the one who came to her in the
first place?" Akaash mused, tapping his chin.
Anjali placed a
hand on his shoulder. "Because he did. The fool has no idea what
kind of predicament he's in at the moment."
Akaash was
immediately concerned. "Bhai! Is he alright? What kind of trouble
is he in?"
Anjali just stared
at her cousin in shock. Honestly, how had he realized that he loved
Payal? How could he be so ignorant to the obvious signs that Chote
and Khushi were in love? She simply shook her head and limped away,
leaving a very confused and worried Akaash.
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After Khushi had
called her parents to let them know she was staying the night, Anjali
gave Khushi a modest nightgown to wear and they both made their way
over to Anjali's room for some good old sister bonding time. Khushi
wanted to invite Payal as well, but Anjali surprisingly disagreed.
She said that this was just Khushi-Anjali time, no one else was
allowed.
Khushi took a good
look at Anjali and Shyam's room. Nothing except the picture of the
two on the wall suggested that this was the room of a married couple.
The room didn't feel right, instead it felt cold, something that she
had never noticed before.
"So
Khushi, tell me, what have you been up to while you've been gone."
Anjali asked, making herself comfortable.
Khushi sat at
Anjali's feet, massaging them. Tonight, she would take care of her
Di. "Oh you know, the usual. Same old same old. Chasing criminals,
arresting them, filling out paperwork, and so on."
Anjali smiled
gently and motioned for Khushi to sit near her. "And how's the love
life?" Anjali asked innocently.
Khushi
stared at her incredulously before guffawing. "Love life Di? I
don't even have a life,
let alone a love life. My last boyfriend was nearly two years ago,
and even then we broke up after four months of dating. My job is too
time consuming for a relationship." She sighed sadly. "Sometimes,
I just wish that there was someone besides my parents to come home
to, a warm body to sleep next to. It gets kind of lonely." Khushi
looked up at Anjali who was nodding in understanding. "I wish I had
what you and jiju have." She crossed her fingers and prayed for
forgiveness at that lie. To her surprise, Anjali didn't have her
customary 'I'm so in love with him' look. She looked...sad?
"Married
life has its ups and downs." Anjali admitted in a soft voice.
A lump arose in
Khushi's throat at the honesty in Anjali's voice. She quelled her
emotions and patted Anjali's arm. "Are you and jiju alright?" She
knew the answer, but Anjali's story could provide more clues.
Anjali sighed and
rested her head on the headboard. "We...well, we've been better I
suppose. I don't doubt that he has a lot of work, but we barely spend
time together anymore."
I know the reason why.
Khushi thought bitterly and wept secret tears for the woman beside
her. Devi Maiyaan, please, remove this thorn from her side
and gift her a man who will take care of her completely.
"Well,"
Khushi began carefully, not wanting to upset Anjali. "I'm sure jiju
is planning something big for you. He's not the type of man to leave
his wife unattended." No, he's the type of man who will
leave his wife alone in favor of his mistresses.
Anjali brightened
at Khushi's warm words. Yes, that was probably it. No need to become
worried.
"Enough
about Shyam-ji and I, let's talk about you!" And with that Anjali
drowned Khushi with countless questions about her non-existent
romantic life.
After
about an hour, Anjali got thirsty and went over to the water
container to retrieve two glasses. Anjali greedily gulped down her
glass and motioned for Khushi to do the same. Just as she was about
to put the glass to her lips, she paused and stared at the water in
confusion. Hesitantly and covertly so Anjali wouldn't see, she
sniffed the glass. Khushi froze and repeated the action. Yes, there
it was, that slight odor that she recognized. Her eyes closed in
horror. Anjali. Oh
God.
Khushi stood up,
cup of water in hand, emotions haywire. "Di, I'll be back in just a
moment. I forgot to call the office for some unfinished reports."
It was miracle her voice didn't shake.
Anjali nodded and
turned on the T.V. "Don't take too long Khushi."
Khushi couldn't say
anything as she and the water left the room.
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Arnav had not
expected anyone to enter his room when it was nearly midnight, no one
dared to disturb him after he had gone to his room for the night.
However, it seemed as though Khushi Rathod was the exception to every
one of the rules that normal people followed when it came to him.
He was peacefully
reading a book when his door was ruthlessly flung open. Arnav was about
to give a verbal lashing to Khushi, because only she had the audacity
to annoy him at this time of night when he saw her face.
Pain and fury were
etched into her features. Tears saturated her eyes. She was holding
on to a glass of water so hard, he was sure it was going to shatter.
"Khushi!"
He got off the bed and made his way near her. She stood there,
shaking slightly. The tears slipped down her face yet she made no
effort to wipe them away.
On its own accord,
his hands reached out and cupped her cheek, disregarding its silky
feel, concentrating on wiping away her tears.
As if electrocuted
by his sudden touch, she moved away from him, looking at him with
tortured eyes.
She thrust the
glass of water under his nose. "Smell this."
He stared at her as
if she was insane...which she probably was. At first, he was going to
refuse, but after seeing her broken state, he obliged and smelled. "I
smell nothing Khushi." Arnav sighed.
She tugged on his
head and forced it down so his nose was almost level with the water.
"SMELL IT DAMMIT!"
Khushi had never
spoken like this to him, not even when they were children. Hastily
complying, he smelled the seemingly odorless water a couple times
before comprehension dawned.
A hint
of...something tinged his senses, like a butterfly kiss. He lifted
his head and took the glass from Khushi's hand, setting it down.
A sudden rush of
emotion surged through him for the woman in front of him. She stood
there in his sister's red nightgown, looking so tantalizing, yet so
vulnerable. He reached out to touch her right as she spoke.
"What
you just smelled Arnav, was Di (2-ethylhexyl) phthalate, or as we
call it, DEHP." Her cold voice froze his hand which was just about
to push back the bangs that fell over her eyes.
"Do
you know what it is, Arnav?"
He shook his head.
"It's
a chemical found in drinking water, but it is also used as a
plasticizer and packaging material. There's not enough of it in
regular drinking water to effect a person, but if someone has been
drinking it for long enough at a certain level, this nearly odorless
chemical has serious side effects." She shuddered and took a step
closer to him. "Would you like to know what they are?" She asked
in a near whisper. Her breath fanned over his face.
He found that he
couldn't speak.
"DEHP
can cause liver problems Arnav. It damages a person's reproductive
system. And worst of all, it leaves a person susceptible to cancer."
A small part of her died as she said that. Had that been her voice
that was so devoid of emotion?
Arnav
stumbled back onto his bed, a chill clawing up his spine. No.
No. No. NO! This could not be
possible. His Di was being poisoned in his
home, and he didn't know? By her husband?
He could feel his
rage building, and inferno raging within him, ignited by his breath,
fanned by his thoughts. He was just waiting to erupt. A strangled cry
escaped from him as he sprung off his bed, stopping right in front of
Khushi who looked simply stood there, defeated.
"Is
there any way that you are mistaken...please...I...she's my sister."
Arnav hated how broken his voice sounded, how weak
he was. But she shook her head.
"Arnav,
I majored in forensic science. I am well versed in my chemicals.
We've been trained to detect any scent, and I recognized this one
almost instantly." Her voice was dead, so unlike her. "Hasn't it
struck you as odd, how after nearly four years of marriage, Di hasn't
had a child?"
He noticed how she
referred to the still unborn child as Di's, not Di and Shyam's. And
yes, it had baffled him. Di was the perfect housewife with the
perfect husband. Those two should have started popping babies out
nine months after the wedding. Now, almost forty eight months had
passed and still no baby, not even any pregnancy scares.
The nails digging
into his fists were drawing blood, but he didn't give a damn. His
sister, the woman who had lost everything, who had become a mother to
a boy who was not yet a man, who had become the cruel plaything of
society, who had become his world. Now...what was she? Now, she was
the slave of a madman.
"Please
Khushi, tell me she's not dying!" Arnav begged.
That was actually
something that she had not considered. Anjali would need a blood test
done so that Khushi could see how the exposure to DEHP had affected
her bloodstream. A pang of fear ran through her. Di couldn't be
dying! "Tell her to get a check-up done. I'll have one of my
doctors do the examination. She's been drinking that water for a
while, Arnav. Who knows what it could have done. Just to make sure
though, I'll take samples from this cup and compare it to the rest of
the house's water supply."
"You
don't think that the house water..." Arnav trailed off, a queasy
feeling in his stomach.
"No."
Khushi said honestly. "You get inspections done every other month.
They would have found something if there was anything. Di has a water
tank in her room that could easily be laced by DEHP by Shyam. The
only question is, who is his supplier?"
Arnav turned and
slammed his fist into his dresser, disregarding the searing pain that
followed. He deserved this pain for not helping his Di, he deserved
that and much more. His Di, his zindagi, was destroyed. And he didn't
do ONE thing to help her! He would take all the pain in the world
just to atone for not taking care of his Di.
"Arnav."
Khushi murmured, easing her way to his side. They stared at each
other through the mirror, her hazel eyes boring into his caramel
ones. She picked up his injured hand and examined it, fingers
ghosting over the fresh blood. She went into his washroom to find
antiseptic and a washcloth.
When she came out,
he was still in the same position, looking into the mirror like it
would give him all the answers to his problems.
She tugged on his
arms and made him sit on the bed, forcing his head up so he looked at
her. He kept his gaze on her as she dipped the washcloth in warm
water and wiped away the blood on his hand. Arnav barely flinched
when she rubbed cream into his wounds. All was quiet except for the
sound of their breathing.
"Five
hours." He muttered, causing her to stop what she was doing and
look up.
"You
haven't been here for five hours and you deduced information that may
save my Di's life from that snake."
She scooted closer
to him, placing a hand on his thigh. "It was pure luck coupled with
my knowledge. If Di hadn't gone for a glass of water, I never would
have known."
He didn't hear her.
Arnav was lost in his own world, his mind whirling at tumultuous
speeds. "You call her Di." Arnav said in a thoughtful tone.
Khushi was
seriously worried for Arnav's mental health. It was harder to recover
from emotional blows as opposed to physical ones. The knowledge of
Anjali's possible health problems might have addled his mind.
"Newsflash Arnav, I've always called her Di." She resisted
rolling her eyes in fear that he might hit something again.
He left his bed and
paced the length of the room, thinking furiously. Very frequently,
his eyes traveled to Khushi who looked at him quizzically.
"What
will it take Khushi." He finally said after minutes of incessant
pacing. "What will it take for you to take care of my Di?" Arnav
came to sit next to her on the bed, waiting for her reply.
Khushi had expected
something like this from Arnav. He claimed not to care about anything
or anyone, but to Arnav Singh Raizada, family always came
first...especially Anjali.
"Nav,
I can't whisk her away from here." She said softly, caressing his
injured hand. "But I promise you this. I'll stop by everyday and
inspect this house myself if it comes to that."
He
shook his head in anger. "NO! I don't want her to be in the
presence of that...scum
any longer than she has to. Just take her away!" His voice cracked
as he let his head fall to her shoulder.
Khushi gulped at
Arnav's defeated posture. This day had been a whirlwind of twists and
turns that no one could have foreseen.
Khushi and Arnav
had been through a lot in their twenty five years of
acquaintanceship. She recalled how her mother had told her that the
first place she had visited after she was born was this house, when
both Aunty and Uncle were still alive. Maa had always made it a point
to mention that Arnav had taken one look at her and promptly started
crying because he thought that the hairless rat in Aparna Aunty's
arms was going to take up his mother's time more than he would. It
was from that day, when she was two days old, and he two years old,
that an intense rivalry had begun, and never ended. Everything they
did was to outdo the other.
If someone had
asked Arnav a day ago if he would ever even consider spending a day
with Khushi Rathod on his own accord, he would have scoffed and
dropped that person off at a mental asylum. However, now, at 12:34 in
the morning, with his head on her shoulder, unshed tears in his eyes,
her hand gently draped over his shoulder, he realized that she was
the only person he could do this with.
The chauvinistic
part of Arnav recognized that their positions should have been
reversed, that he should be comforting her. The truth was though,
that she was a lot stronger than him emotionally. He hid everything
under a mask of anger. When that mask crumbled, he couldn't control
himself. It was only around her that this persona was gone, only
around her where he could divulge his true feelings. There was
something about her that made him lose his facade.
"Khushi."
He whispered hoarsely against her cheek. His stubble brushed against
the softness of her cheek. He felt her shiver and knew it had nothing
to do with the cold. Something he was scared to put a name to coursed
through his veins, pumping hot blood to every part of his body. A
primal urge to clamp down on the milky expanse of her neck that she
was baring to him racked his body with a shudder. He reigned in the
foreign emotion with immense control that only ASR could have.
She held his face
in both of her palms, taking in his bloodshot eyes and haggard
appearance. A man as strong as Arnav should not look so broken.
Without thinking, she leaned in and kissed his forehead.
He stiffened at the
feel of her soft lips against him, his control slipping at her touch.
Khushi had kissed him once like this, years ago, when he was lying in
her lap, sobbing his heart out. When she withdrew, he felt the loss
of her warmth, her softness, her caring.
Unconsciously, he
drew her to his side, wrapping an arm around her toned waist, noting
the way she froze, then melted at his touch. He reveled in her
warmth, burying his face within her hair, taking in her flowery
scent, committing it to memory. He dropped a light kiss to her head,
so soft that she might not even have felt it.
The action felt so...so
familiar, so right, like he should have been doing this for years.
With her still
attached to him, he rose to his feet, taking her with him. They
walked in silence to Anjali's room, only to discover her fast asleep,
the T.V. still blaring.
"I
may have been gone longer than I thought." Khushi whispered
sheepishly.
Arnav raised an
eyebrow at her but didn't say anything. Instead, he walked over to
his sister and picked her up.
"We'll
take her to my room." He murmured, giving Khushi a pointed glance.
She nodded. He didn't want Shyam to be sleeping next to Anjali. When
he came home after his tryst,
he would probably kick Khushi to the guest room anyway.
Even
with Anjali's dead weight in his arms, Arnav moved fluidly to his
room. Though Khushi didn't want to notice the way his biceps bulged
with every step he took, she did.
She let out a soft sigh. Her
feelings for him were confusing to say the least. To her, under all
the fighting between them, an underlying sexual tension was present.
It had been since they were old enough to understand what sexual
tension was in the first place. He of course, was either aloof or
ignored it. She had tried dating other men to get him out her mind,
but no one could replace Arnav.
They had too much history together.
He had never kept a serious girlfriend, or let any woman get close
besides her, which comforted her marginally. He wasn't interested in
her, never was, never will be.
Little did she know how wrong she was
Arnav placed Anjali
delicately on the bed careful not to wake her.
He turned to look
at Khushi. "I'll take the recliner, you can go to the guest room."
He was careful to keep his eyes on her face so they wouldn't travel
downwards to where her ample cleavage was so tantalizingly visible.
"Where
do you think you're going?" Anjali's sleepy voice startled the two.
Anjali sat up and watched her brother and future sister-in law with
blurred vision.
"Di,
please go to sleep." Arnav said wearily. It was late, and he needed
to sleep. This day had taken the mickey out of him.
"Not
without the both of you." She held out her hands, urging them to
take the outstretched appendages.
"Di."
Khushi groaned. "Please, the last time we slept in the same bed was
more than a decade ago. All of us are adults now."
"But
the bed is big enough for the three of us." Anjali whined. She was still half asleep. "Please,
Chote, Khushi. For me."
That did it. Now
they had to agree, especially after what they had learned a little
while before.
Arnav and Khushi
made their way to either side of Anjali but she stopped them again.
"Chote, you go in the middle just like the old days."
Arnav
gaped at his sister. They weren't twelve anymore! How could he
possibly sleep next to Khushi?
She had changed from a scrawny little girl to a beautiful and deadly
woman who could kill him if he made one wrong move. Plus...he didn't
know what he would do with her when she was so close to him. But Di's
orders were final, and he couldn't go against them, so he resigned
himself for a night without sleep and crawled to the middle of the
bed.
Similarly, Khushi
was thinking of ways she could just sleep into the guestroom, but
each scenario ended with a teary Anjali who she just couldn't deal
with. She cautiously lay down on the bed and turned over so she
wouldn't have to see Arnav who was lying centimeters from her. She
gulped when he shifted positions, probably giving his Di more space.
'
Khushi could feel the heat emanating from his body and wished he
would move. He was stifling her, and he didn't even know it.
She closed her eyes
and prayed for the sun to rise a little faster so she could get up
right away.
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Anjali yawned and
blinked as the first rays of sunshine hit her. A feeling of
contentment arose through her. This was the best sleep she had in a
long time, including all the times she had spent in her husband's
arms. She turned over slowly, making sure that Chote wasn't squished
and promptly opened her mouth in shock.
For
there was her Chote, the one who was always awake before the sun
rose, the one who refused physical contact, the one who supposedly
despised Khushi,
spooning her.
If
only Anjali had a camera, this was the perfect Kodak moment. Arnav
had wound his arms around Khushi so tightly, Anjali wasn't sure if
the poor woman could breathe or not. His chin rested on her head,
breathing in her scent. She was nestled against his front, her hands
on the arms that were around her.
They looked like
the embodiment of a couple in love, and Anjali was about to wake
these two lovebirds up.
"Oi!"
Khushi twitched.
"Chote!
Khushi!"
Arnav scratched his
ear.
"Uthiye!"
No response.
Anjali sighed. For
a person who was supposed to be ready for an attack at moments
notice, Khushi Rathod was an exceptionally heavy sleeper. And
Chote...don't even get Anjali started on his sleeping habits. She had
to try a different tactic, and she knew just the one.
"Ahem."
Anjali cleared her throat with a wide smile on her face. "Kya nani?
OP ne garama garam aloo ke parathe banaye hai? Aur JP ne jalebiya?
Lekin Khushi aur Chote abhi tak so rahe hain...ab yeh khaana kaun
khayega?"
Anjali watched with
amazement as Khushi flew out of Arnav's arms while Arnav groggily
came to a sitting position.
"Jalebi?"
"Aloo
ke parathe?"
The laughter that
she had held in for minutes burst out of Anjali violently causing
Khushi and Arnav to give her identical bewildered looks.
Khushi groaned when
she realized that there were no jalebis. She had been woken from a
very nice dream where Arnav had been holding her like a lifeline. She
still could imagine the way his arms felt around her in her sleep and
she fought to keep a blush down. "Di! I was sleeping so nicely, and
you woke me up for no reason.
That
set off Anjali even more. "You..." Snort. "And Chote." Snort,
snort, giggle. "Sleeping." Snort. "Nicely!"
Arnav and Khushi
stared at the older woman before climbing out of bed. Khushi stood in
front of Anjali with her hands on her hips. "So you tricked us with
food? Di...how could you?"
Anjali had calmed
down enough to speak coherently. "Sorry baba sorry. I just wanted
you to wake up, and you didn't respond to anything else."
"Di."
Arnav groaned, rubbing his eyes. "It's Saturday. I can't believe
I'm saying this, but it would have been nice to sleep a little
longer. My entire week has been crap." Though he wouldn't tell
anyone, he knew why his Di was acting strangely. He knew Khushi had
been in his arms and he didn't want to wake up. Her scent, her body's
imprint against his, they were ingrained in his mind. Nothing could
erase the way she had turned over in her sleep during the night and
slung one leg over him, tugging him closer. Or how he had made her
turn over again so that he could snuggle up behind her.
And if I had let you sleep any
longer, someone other than me would have seen you and Khushi. Who
knows what they might have concluded from your position.
Anjali thought.
"Mine
too." Khushi added in for good measure. "However, it's good that
you woke us up Di. I have to stop by Headquarters anyway." Arnav
caught the covert nod she gave to him and sent one back, immediately
becoming serious. His inappropriate thoughts could wait till later.
The sooner she took the water samples to her lab the better.
"Arey,
have breakfast first!" Anjali demanded.
Khushi shook her
head. "Di, I really should -"
"Rani-Sahiba!"
Shyam's voice drowned out what she said. "Rani-Sahiba, where are
you?"
His voice was
getting closer. Arnav shook visibly, going to stand in front of Anjali before
Shyam could come in. Just seconds later, Arnav's door opened with a
CLANG revealing an irate Shyam. Khushi wrinkled her nose in disgust.
He was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, though now they
were crumpled. As soon as he saw Anjali, his mouth curled up into his
characteristic smile, eyes glinting with faked relief.
"Rani-Sahiba,
aap yahan, Sale Sahib ke room mein?" He asked sweetly. Shyam moved
forward, trying to get closer to Anjali only to have Arnav block him.
"Jijaji."
Arnav said with a tinge of venom. It took a herculean amount of
restraint from him to not kill Shyam where he stood.
Khushi glanced
between Arnav and Shyam. A forced smile lingered on Arnav's face. She
moved to stand by Arnav, shielding Anjali even more. Her expression
was the same as his as she stared Shyam straight in the eye.
"On
second thought Di, I would love
to have some breakfast."
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