|FF: Classified Love Thread 2| (Complete) - Page 41

Recap: Our two couples have been up to some...interesting shenanigans since coming to New York, you know sight-seeing, chilling and the normal stuff. Well normal apart from some crazy columnist/bloggist, aka Sheetal Kapoor, out for vengeance with her article about Zoya's habit of "cheating" and her impending engagement to her bff, aka our favourite Rehan Malik. The rumour is obviously not true, the duo sorted it out and are not headed to get married which makes Asad very happy and he starts liking Rehan.

 

But sadly, our Rehan can't have Asad's love and is only worthy of his glares for liking his younger sister, Nikhat Ahmed Khan. I think Rehan missed the part of the bro code that says sisters of friends are off limit.  Our very newest couple is flirting which makes Asad mad, and his anger (well frustration) reaches new heights after he finds out that NK and Najma are a thing. Sigh, the pains of being an older brother. NK missed out on that chapter of the bro code too.  

 

Poor Asad. If he didn't have enough to worry about there, he is on his way to meet Zoya's Aapi and Jiju. The latter loves Asad like his own son, but the former isn't too happy with his old profession that she thinks he will go running back to, why? Because her hubby, aka Anwar, is a spy/agent himself and she's spent enough nights worrying about him. So Asad's apprehension seems...valid. OH OH OH, and Asad & Zoya had sex, I thought I'd say it just in case you forgot. Haha. Kay, I am done.

 

Our second couple didn't have sex. A moment of silence for Arnav and Khushi's level of sexual frustration. Anyways, Khushi is not ready for this step and Arnav understands, so they just flirt all the time and make sexual innuendos. All is well in Khushi-Arnav Land. They are putting the final touches on Khushi's designs, and a team is waiting for them at AR Fashion to make the designs a reality, so they'll be heading off to India. And that was a sexylicious recap, sadly, I am forgetting what I wrote in my own story. Sigh. I need to get like a story board and write down key events. But ain't nobody got time for that! Now onto somethings mentioned in this chapter (because I like pictures). Haha. 

A hostage situation, easy. Being held at gunpoint, boring. Scaling buildings, mediocre. Meeting the parents, terrifying. It was weird how much fear a 5'4 woman could evoke in me. But she managed to, Zeenat Farooqui hated, er, disliked me and here I was going to her house for dinner. It's like I was an innocent deer being launched into a lion's cage. I've never had to meet a girl's parents before, because lets face it, there was no one before Zoya, so I had no idea how this stuff worked.

 

"Relax! She is not going to eat you." Zoya laughed getting out of the car with a present in her hand. She had come home with a beautiful wallet that her Aapi had her eyes on for a while. I got Aapi flowers, yellow tulips, apparently her favourite. I was trying to soften the lioness, did lions like the colour yellow?

 

"Easy for you to say." I murmured.

 

"I can hear you." She laughed. "Aapi doesn't hate you, she just doesn't know if you are right for me. Two minutes in our company will prove to her otherwise."

 

"For sure?" I asked hoping she was right, I was pretty sure the woman would try to poison me and get Zoya married off to Rehan.

 

"For sure, for sure." She smiled, her dimples appearing. She was so beautiful. Especially in the red shirt she was wearing, the colour looked amazing against her skin. "Just keep your hands to yourself." She teased.

 

"I was planning to, I am more worried about where your hands will be." I teased, she had an interesting habit of running her hands over my chest and stomach. I didn't mind it at all, but her aapi may not be happy with it. And aapi needs to be happy.

 

"Wherever you want them to be." She said waggling her eyebrows.

 

"Stop being tempting." I laughed nervously. Not the right time to act cutely seductive.

 

"Let's go." She said grabbing my hand and leading me towards the door of the beautiful house. It was already dark outside but the plethora of glass windows created a nice glow around the house. Zoya walked up to the door and reached over to the lock and punched in the code. She let out a sigh when the door opened. "JIJU! I thought I told you to change the code every month." She yelled as soon as she opened the door.  

 

A laughing Anwar approached the door and smiled at us. "Why can't you ever ring the bell and say hello like a normal person Zoya?" He laughed. "Nice to see you again Asad." He said holding out his hand, I shook it smiling; glad that of her family liked me.

 

"Nice to see you too."

 

"Allah Miyah! What's wrong with you guys? You should hug, you are practically family." Zoya laughed rolling her eyes.

 

"YA ALLAH! TUM DONO NAI SHAADI BHI KARLI!" Zeenat Aapi's voice came from behind Anwar. She stood their wide-eyed, her hair perfectly straight as usual and a shocked expression on her face. It was quite comical and I would have laughed if I wasn't so afraid of her opinion about me.

 

"Nahi Aapi. Chill, I was just saying that they already know each other and now he's my boyfriend."

 

"Yeh ladki." Zeenat sighed finally looking over at me. I smiled at her, but I am sure it came out as a grimace. Her eyes went from my face to my hands and then back up, an expecting look on her face. I was quite confused until Zoya elbowed me and pointed to the flowers in my hand with her eyes. OH! Stupid Stupid Asad.

 

"These are for you." I said handing them to Aapi. "Thank you for having me for dinner."

 

"Thank you, these are lovely." She smiled before turning around and walking towards the kitchen. This was good right, she said thank you and she smiled. And she liked the flowers.

 

"That's her code for follow me to the kitchen kids'." Anwar laughed.

 

"And you are included in the kids?" I teased, we'd always been quite close.

 

"Of course. Women always treat their husbands like kids, just you wait." He laughed again.

 

"I can hear you!" Aapi's voice came from the kitchen.

 

"So that's where she gets it from." I said looking at Zoya who stuck her tongue out causing Anwar to let out a chuckle.

 

"What's for dinner sexy?" Zoya asked as we stepped into the large kitchen, with the dining table on the right.

 

"Biryani, Shahi Paneer and Roti."

 

"Oh my god, my favourites." Zoya squealed. Interesting.

 

"You should learn how to make them." Aapi said.

 

"Arre Aapi, aap phir sai. I'll learn to cook when I want to. Google is my bff." She smiled sitting on the dining table motioning me to sit on the seat next to her with her eyes.

 

"Yeh kaam Google sai nahi sikhe jaate." Aapi said. "Asad do you know how to cook?"

 

"Jee." I nodded. "Living on your own teaches you."

 

"Hmmm." She nodded. Was that an approving nod? Or a disapproving nod? Allah Miyah! Wait, did I just think Allah Miyah'. I need a psychologist.

 

"It smells so good." Zoya smiled picking up the serving spoon and dumped biryani into my plate. "Aapi makes the best biryani in the world." I smiled as everyone piled their plates and then awkwardness ensued. It was so quiet that I could hear the refrigerator humming. I looked over at Zoya who was busy stuffing her face and then at Anwar who was quietly eating, his eyes darting to Zeenat every few seconds, almost as if he was waiting for an explosion. His eyes met mine and he gave me a reassuring look, what was happening in this house? Anwar's eyes grew wide when Zeenat Aapi cleared her throat.

 

"I read a very...interesting article the other day." She said nonchalantly. But I knew what article she was referring to. And the pictures that came with the article, although cute, had my face an inch away from Zoya's, I didn't know how she felt about that.

 

"Acha?" Zoya said chewing on her food slowly.

 

"Ya Allah! Drinking obsession? Stripper fetish? And this? How do I not know about this?" It was like a switch turned on and the words poured out of her mouth.

 

"Because it isn't true Aapi, you know Sheetal Kapoor hates me."

 

"Well, the pictures were clearly of you two. Do you even know how many phone calls I've received? We are the laughing stock of everyone, here I was announcing your engagement to Rehan and all of this happened. Did you not think of warning me when you came over with Rehan?" Aapi's voice escalated with every word.

"Yes, the pictures were of us. And frankly, I don't care that they were on the cover, I think they are quite cute. And secondly, you didn't really think of asking me before announcing the engagement. And I obviously didn't know that the bi- Sheetal- was going to release the article." Zoya said looking right at her Aapi, her food forgotten.

 

"You don't understand the situation here Zoya, you are being made out to be characterless."

 

"Let people talk, I don't care. The people who we actually care about know the truth and that is all that matters."

 

"And what is this about Khushi? When did she quit her job and what is this about the other guy?"

 

"You've met Arnav, and she quit before she went to India, not because of Arnav. She's launching her own line under AR Fashion, which Arnav owns, and they are both heading to India tomorrow to get things together." Zoya explained. The back and forth continued and continued as Anwar and I sat there eating slowly.

 

"Does Dimple know about this?"

 

"Yep."

 

"And what about you two? How is this going to work? You live here, he lives in India. This is why-"

 

"Tell her your plan Asad." Zoya said looking at me, my eyes widened as I swallowed my food.

 

"Well, we've decided to spend half the year in New York and the other half in India. Zoya says she can work from anywhere and usually doesn't need to be present in person and I can expand the company westward."

 

"Smart right? I work on a case to case basis anyway. With holographic communication checked off the list, I am mostly going to be working on hacking security systems to make sure they are fine and I don't need anything other than the software and my laptop." Zoya added.

 

"And you are sure you'll be able to live in India? It is very different from New York Zoya, going on a trip and actually settling there are two very different things."

 

"I am sure. I actually loved it there Aapi. Plus, Asad's family is amazing!"

 

"You will not be living with him!" Zeenat exclaimed.

 

"Zeenat, wouldn't you rather she live around his family than alone somewhere? It's safer." Anwar piped in winking at Zoya and Asad.

 

"Hmm." Zeenat said and then turned her eyes onto me. I guess it was my turn to be under the spotlight. "You have a job other than the agency?" She asked.

 

"Yes, I am licensed architect and I have a MBA." I said. "I have my own construction company in Bhopal and Delhi."

 

"What is to say that you won't go back to your old job? It's apparently a hard one to get way from." She said glaring at Anwar who nonchalantly ate.

 

"I am done with it now, it was either the job or Zoya and I chose the one I couldn't live without." I said truthfully. I swear I saw her lips pull up at the corner, just a little bit.

 

"Hmmm." Zeenat said picking up her spoon and resuming eating. I looked over at Zoya who smiled, apparently we were past the interrogation phase. The rest of the evening passed quite uneventfully, for which I was glad. Zeenat Aapi wasn't in love with me, but she was cordial, which I was okay with. The conversation revolved around Khushi's impending departure, Rehan's parent's wedding anniversary and our impending departure to India.

 

As we left the house Zeenat Aapi smiled at me and asked me to take care of Zoya, I think she'll eventually warm up to me. Score!

 

"I can't believe you guys are leaving already." I pouted as we stood in the middle of the airport, Arnav and Khushi had already cleared customs and were now waiting for their flight, which was delayed. Obviously. So Arnav stood behind Khushi, his arms wrapped around her waist and his chin on her shoulder. They were so sweet!

 

"You could come with us." Khushi pointed out laughing.

 

"I have to attend the party! I have to get back at a certain journalist. And the press statement is being released tomorrow." I winked. "It's not going to be the same without you though." I pouted.

 

"I know, I can't believe I am missing it. Asad! After she spills wine on Sheetal, say Oops, she is a clutz isn't she?' and then laugh okay?" Khushi said looking at Asad who just looked confused as Arnav laughed.

 

"Okay?" Asad shrugged.

 

"We'll be arriving on the 10^th, I'll text you the details." Asad said to Arnav who nodded.

 

"I'll miss you guys." I said hugging them.

 

"You are going to see them in a few days." Asad pointed out.

 

"Guys don't understand." I sighed and Khushi nodded.

 

"Don't do anything I wouldn't." Khushi winked.

 

"Well...I can't promise you that." I laughed causing Khushi to erupt into laughter too. Arnav just looked at Asad arching his eyebrow, Asad just shrugged again though I knew he had a general gist of what we were referring to.

 

"BYEEE!" I yelled as Arnav and Khushi walked towards the waiting rooms inside.

 

"And then there were two." Asad said putting his arm around me.

 

"I was so used to the four of us." I sighed.

 

"On the bright side we have the apartment all to ourselves. Any ideas on what we shall do?" He teased.

 

"I may have a few ideas." I smiled as we walked out of the doors towards the parking lot.

 

 

"But I miss you. You should have so been here and we would have had a mini party getting ready for the party." I said to my Macbook. Khushi was sitting on her bed, her hair in a bun and a pen sticking out through it as we FaceTimed each other. I was standing in the middle of my room, in a red chiffon dress. It felt wonderful against my skin and went to the floor.

 

"You look so beautiful!"  Khushi gushed as I span around giving her a 360 look. The material shimmered, though it wasn't layered with sequins. It was such a sexy without being overly revealing, it was layered at the right places and sheer around my stomach. I was in love with it.

 

"Fix that strand!" Khushi's voice came from the laptop as she pointed to the right of the screen. I did as she asked. "And now you're perfect," she declared.

 

"I am missing one thing!" I said grabbing the black velvet box from my nightstand.

 

"OMG! THAT IS A CARTIER BOX!" Khushi screamed. "OPEN IT!"

 

I laughed opening the box and holding it up in front of the camera so she could see them. They were dangly diamond earrings, with three red rubies in the centre. They were gorgeous. Asad had walked up to me and handed them to me earlier.

 

Khushi screeched when she saw them. "OMG! Did Asad get that for you? Wait, why am I even asking? Of course he did. They are so gorgeous!"

 

I laughed at her enthusiasm. "Yes, he gave them to me and of course I protested because it's Cartier, and so expensive. But he said that he felt like a horrible boyfriend because he never bought me anything in all this time and he didn't even take me out to a proper date."

 

"AWWW. Asad's so sweet. I am so happy for you. OMG!"

 

"I know right. I was going to cry, it was that sweet. And then I realized we have the most unconventional relationship."

 

"Yeah, they are not normal. People meet, then date and then get serious. We went from meeting to moving in." Khushi laughed. "Is Asad wearing a tux?" Khushi waggled her eyebrows.

 

"With a white shirt. A black tux with a white shirt. You don't understand how sexy he looks, I just want to- god, I don't even know." I said causing Khushi to die of laughter.

 

"Remember that you can't feel him up in front of people, wait till you get home." She teased.

 

"Shut up Gupta!"

 

"I'll let you go now, I am pretty sure Asad is dying to see you. Have fun! And send me pictures! Lots and lots of them."

 

"Will do. Byeee Khush!" I said turning the laptop off. I got up and smoothed my dress and put on the earrings and pinned half of my hair up so you could actually see my earrings. I took a deep breath and walked out of the room into the living room where Asad was sitting waiting. Asad Ahmed Khan in a tux should be illegal in all fifty states. He was just too gorgeous for words.

 

His face shot up from his phone as soon as he saw me, a blinding smile taking over his face. His eyes moved down my body. "You are beyond beautiful." He breathed out, he looked like he was mesmerized.

 

"Thank you." I blushed. He smiled getting up and holding out his hand.

 

"May I escort you to this party?" He asked causing me to laugh.

 

"Of course." I smiled.

 

"I am going to have to beat people off with a stick, you look way to beautiful to be let out into public. I think we should stay home." He teased.

 

"You could just hold on to me all night and give everyone your Akdu Ahmed Khan glare, that way no one else will come near me." I laughed as we stepped into the elevator. He laughed and leaned over kissing my forehead.

 

"I'll always hold on to you." He whispered forcing an instant smile onto my face.

 

 

The Maliks were amongst the richest in New York and they definitely didn't do anything halfway. Last year the party was at the Ritz-Carlton in Battery Park and this year it was at Cipriani on 42^nd Street. It was the most happening and beautiful venue in all of New York. The place had a very ancient type of vibe, with high vaulted ceilings and pillar. It was a classy affair, with men walking around in tuxes and women in gowns. In the middle of the large room was a dance floor with a few couples waltzing, the rest of the people were enjoying their appetizers and interacting with others. And in the middle of it all stood Mr and Mrs Malik. Mr. Malik was in a classic black tux and Shireen Malik look fabulous in her emerald green gown, her curly hair was up in an elegant bun making her look years younger.

 

"Wow." Asad said looking around causing Zoya to laugh.

 

"Rehan doesn't do anything half way." She said knowing that the only person who would have picked this tasteful venue was Rehan, he had a knack for these things.

 

"Clearly." Asad laughed.

 

"Ready to meet a bazillion of my annoying cousins, neighbors and friends." She asked turning to him, Asad's hands immediately went around her waist.

 

"I am going to have to since I am not leaving your side the whole evening. You look too beautiful to be left alone."  Asad smiled.

 

"You are too charming for your own good, ignore anything my aunts and cousins say." Zoya warned.

 

"They can't be that bad." Asad laughed.

 

"Oh they are!" Rehan piped up from behind them. "Tum dono yaha bhi shooru hogaye." He laughed causing Zoya to turn around. "Damn woman. You clean up nice." He said nodding at Zoya. "But your boyfriend cleans up better. Dude, just make sure to run as soon as anyone tries to grab you." Rehan warned but Asad was having none of his cute humour, he was still not happy with Rehan's infatuation with his little sister. But he'd be lying to himself if he said that he wasn't amused by Rehan.

 

"Nice party you've got going on here." Asad said.

 

"Thank you! I try." Rehan laughed then stopped looking behind Zoya.

 

"Are Aapi and Jiju here yet?" Zoya asked.

 

"Nopeee. How'd dinner go?" He asked looking at Asad.

 

"It was okay." Asad shrugged.

 

"That's good. Aapi will come around." Rehan reassured him smiling, his smile turned into a frown when his eyes landed on the person behind them. "Fatty! Bimbo Bitch right behind you." He hissed.

 

"What?" Asad asked confused.

 

"Sheetal." Zoya whispered. Asad watched shocked as the sweet smile disappeared off Zoya's face only to be replaced by a very cold look, a look we would call bitchy. She turned around slowly causing Asad to turn too.

 

Asad arched his eyebrow at Rehan who was grinning. "Just watch, this is the shit I live for." Rehan whispered to him as a woman in an incredibly...s**tty orange dress walked towards them, her hair was straight to perfection and intentionally placed around her boobs to bring attention to them.

 

"I am surprised you had the nerve to show up." Sheetal Kapoor said looking at Zoya. "Where's your other half? I was dying to see who Gupta had roped."

 

"Yeah, you have the problem of eyeing other women's men. It's quite sad actually." Zoya shrugged.

 

"You're the one to talk. I am shocked that you are standing next to Rehan and this guy." She said looking at Asad up and down, making him shiver in disgust, there was something very unsettling about her gaze.

 

"You would be. The concept of a best friend and boyfriend is quite difficult to grab by someone like you. It requires a brain, which you clearly missed out on. I mean, you can't even dress yourself. A bright orange dress, and the s**ttiest one you can find at that. And I thought Fergie's orange dress at the Grammys was horrid." Zoya smiled sweetly, Rehan watched amused as a look of shock and contempt registered on Sheetal's face.

 

"I thought she was trying to be an oompa-loompa." Rehan added, seriously, as if he actually believed what he was saying. Asad turned towards him trying to stop from bursting out into laughter as the waiter came around handing red wine. Rehan's eyes grew wide, knowing what was coming as did Asad.

 

"I forgot to ask, how did you like the press release?" Zoya smirked picking up her drink and thanking the waiter.

 

"You forget that I am the one that runs a magazine, I can do that kind of stuff everyday and leave you to nothing." Sheetal said.

 

"Oh really?" Zoya smiled lifting up her arm like she was trying to put it on her waist. Asad and Rehan watched amused as the wine flew from Zoya's glass and onto Sheetal's dress. Everyone around them turned to them when Sheetal let out a loud, "You Bitch!" , before she started dabbing at her dress.

 

"OH MY GOD! I AM SO SORRY! I AM SUCH A KLUTZ!" Zoya said loudly grabbing a napkin from the table beside her. She started rubbing the wine on Sheetal's dress trying to "fix it" but managing to make it worse.

 

"STOP!" Sheetal screamed.

 

"Bitch! You did this on purpose!" She screamed again.

 

"Of course she didn't, we all say the glass slipping from her hand." Rehan said innocently as Asad nodded.

 

"Aw, Sheetal. I am so sorry, you know that I am clutz!" Zoya said looking really sad.

 

"Here, let me walk you out." Rehan said, sounding very much like a concerned gentleman. "I got this." He whispered to Zoya before putting his arm around Sheetal's shoulders. "Oh! Let me tell you a funny story. Did I ever tell you about the time I shaved off a girl's head because she was messing with Zoya and Khushi. It was-" He started as they walked away from the crowd.

 

"Is he really threatening her?" Asad laughed.

 

"Of course he is." A voice came from behind them.

 

"Aunty!" Zoya said as she turned around. "Happy Anniversary! I am so sorry about this."

 

"Don't be. I love some good drama." Shireen Malik laughed. "And who may this be?" She said smiling at Asad.

 

"Asad, this is Mrs. Malik, Rehan's mom. Aunty, this is Asad Ahmed Khan, my boyfriend." Zoya smiled.

 

"Nice to meet you and Happy 25^th Wedding Anniversary Mrs. Malik, I must say that you look absolutely splendid, I would have never guessed that you were Rehan's mom." Asad said causing Zoya and Shireen to laugh.

 

"Oh this one is a charmer! No wonder you are so smitten Zoya." She laughed. "Hang onto him."

 

"I plan to." Zoya smiled squeezing his hand.

 

 

"But what if they don't like me?" Khushi asked as they pulled up into the AR Fashion Head Office parking lot in Delhi. Arnav was in a grey suit looking fine as always, and Khushi was in jeans and a black blazer with heels, looking "professionally hot" according to Arnav.

 

"They are paid to like you." Arnav joked.

 

"ARNAV!" Khushi hissed.

 

"Here is the thing Khushi, they will like you if you show them the real you. The woman who is passionate about what she does, is witty and kind."

 

"But what if they think I am really mean or something?"

 

"They won't, you need to be assertive and take charge. This is your line, your dream and you have to direct them and tell them what to do. They need that. Don't feel like you need to be overly nice, you don't. They'll respect your work and you, okay? You can do this baby." Arnav smiled. "Okay?"

 

"Okay. But you can't call me baby here, okay?  No one can know that we are in a relationship!" Khushi said.

 

"Yes, I know. I don't like it though." He pouted. "I want the whole world to know you are mine."

 

"I know. But you know how many mouths are going to start wagging if they find out that we're together and that I am a designer for this line, I'd rather avoid the drama and get through with this."

 

"I understand." Arnav smiled kissing her forehead. "Plus, it'll be hot if you call me Mr. Raizada." Arnav laughed.

 

"Shut up!" Khushi laughed.

 

"Let's go." Arnav said getting out of the car and walking around to her side, holding the door open for her.

 

"You can't do that either!"

 

"I am just being a gentleman." Arnav insisted.

 

"Do you do this for other women?" Khushi asked.

 

"Other women don't get out of my car." Arnav pointed out.

 

"Still!"

 

"Fine." Arnav said as Khushi slung her black Prada tote on her shoulder. They walked in silence to the front door of the building as Arnav controlled the urge to hold her hand and then open the door. He smiled stepping into the elevator thinking that they had some time alone before they got upstairs, but his plans were foiled when a middle aged man stepped into the elevator. Khushi noticed the look of agitation on Arnav's face and let out a little giggle. They got off at floor ten, and stepped through the glass doors leading into AR. Khushi watched amazed as the noise level went from a normal office level to pin drop silence. Only the sounds of the computers buzzing and people writing were heard.

 

Everyone that they walked past on their way to the conference room looked scared and only nodded at Arnav. To say Khushi was shocked would be an understatement. She realized that his employees were afraid of him having talked to many of them over the phone about the line, they would stutter and want to make sure that everything was okay with him. However, she had no idea that they treated him like the plague.

 

Khushi took a deep breath stepping into the conference room, it was already full with numerous people sitting around the rectangular table. There were two chairs at the front of the room, clearly for her and Arnav. Arnav walked confidently to the head of the table and faced his employees, all of whom said good morning.

 

"Morning." Arnav said shortly, Khushi was shocked that the smile that always seemed to be on his face when he was around her absent. "Meet Miss Khushi Gupta, the designer for our fall collection." He announced before taking a seat and turning the floor to her. Short and to the point.

 

"Good Morning guys!" Khushi smiled brightly, she failed to notice how everyone seemed to calm down at her chirpy greeting as she was a bit too nervous about meeting them. "Nice to finally put faces to people who I've probably been driving crazy over the past few weeks. I just want to start by saying thank you for your hard work and I look forward to working with you all. I am going to be a huge pain in the butt, I am going to need everything to be perfect, so please don't poison my coffee if I drive you up the wall. I'll give you a 110% and I expect the same from all of you." Khushi smiled. "Oh! And you can call me Khushi, none of this m'am and Miss Gupta, it'll make me feel old and plus, we are all equals here!"

 

Arnav smiled behind his hand, he realized that she'd already charmed the pants off all his employees. He'd never seen her in a work environment but he was impressed. She had hit the perfect balance between a leader and being kind, something he had yet to master. He looked around the table and noticed the enthusiastic faces, he'd never seen his employees so pumped about something.

 

"All right! Now let's get to work." Khushi said sitting down beside Arnav, giving him a little smile.

 

 

"OH MY GOD! Di, it is so pretty! Did you really grow up there?" Khushi said tracing her hands over the pictures in the photo album. Di had decided to embarrass her brother and bring out the family albums but all it ended up doing was making Khushi fall in love with the antique and traditional vibe of Sheesh Mahal.

 

"Bilkul hamari tara beutiful hai naa." Mami smiled causing Khushi to giggle.

 

"I know!" Anjali said sadly, she'd always wanted to visit it but Arnav would never want to go. It was their father's house, the very house where his father hung himself. He said it brought back really bad memories.

 

"Arnav!" Khushi yelled across the room looking at Arnav who was sitting on the sofa with his laptop, he looked up at her in question. "Let's have the fashion show at Sheesh Mahal? It's perfect, the line is a modern spin on traditional wear and having a elaborate fashion show in a Haveli is a perfect representation!" Khushi said excitedly.

 

"Okay." Arnav said smiling at her enthusiasm. "I'll let Aman know, Mom is going to love the idea."

 

"Perfect! One more thing of the list, which reminds me...Ayaan! Let's go pick up your brother and Zoyaaa!" Khushi said turning to Ayaan who was sitting beside a flabbergasted Akash and NK. She failed to notice the looks on their faces in her excitement to be reunited with her best friend.

 

"Okay." Ayaan said.

 

"We'll be back guys!" Khushi said grabbing her bag and walking out the door with Ayaan leaving behind very flabbergasted Raziadas. Anjali looked at Akash and NK and then at Nani and Mami, blinking. They all looked at each other with shock and then towards Arnav.

 

"What?" Arnav asked when he looked up to see everyone staring at him in shock.

 

"What nahi.." Anjali Di said. "WHAT THE-. Humara maan na bas ab yahi bolne ko kar raha hai." She said as everyone nodded. "Kya tha yeh?" She asked.

 

"Kya kya tha?" Arnav asked confused.

 

"Yeh bataye Chote kai woh kaa kaa raha?" Nani asked shocked.

 

"Baatane ke liye kuch hai nahi Nani." Arnav said, still confused.

 

"Bhai...aap...Sheesh Mahal..." Akash added, stuttering, still trying to decipher what was going on.

 

"Arnav Bitwa, yeh tum kya kiye rahe?"

 

"What happened to Sheesh Mahal...kabhi nahi?" Anjali asked.  

 

"YEAH! Nannav tumne mujhe kitni baar dhamki di ki I shouldn't even mention going to Sheesh Mahal." NK said. "Phir bhi?"

 

"Yeh ho kya raha hai?" Anjali teased. "Pichle 15 saalo mein tum ek baar bhi waha nahi gai...aur Khushi nai ek baar kaha toh..."

 

"Okay. So what's the big deal?" Arnav said causing everyone to shrug amusedly. "It's Khushi's show and that is where she wants it. So I'll go. Simple." Arnav said causing everyone's eyes to go wide in shock and mouths to open wide as he walked away wanting to get away from his family for the moment. Arnav Singh Raizada wants to go to Sheesh Mahal.

 

"Yeh Khushi nai Chotte ko aisa kaise kar diya? Chotte toh kabhi bhi waha jaane ki soch tha bhi nahi hai, aur aaj achanak..." Anjali smiled excitedly.

 

"Pyaar bitwa, pyaar." Nani smiled.