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Hey guys! Since you guys showed me so much love after my first OS, Gift Exchange, I've come back with another Arnav-Khushi OS! That one was a New Year special and this one is a Valentine's Day special! I hope you guys like it!😳
Arnav Singh Raizada paced back and forth in the poolside
area of the Raizada Mansion, frequently glancing at the Patek Philippe on his
wrist.
Was it a good idea...giving into her wishes? It seemed kind of stupid now, the more he
thought about it. But he had promised
her. Arnav Singh Raizada didn't break
promises. Besides, knowing her, she was
probably ready and waiting for him already.
Serves you right
for agreeing to such a ridiculous demand of hers, ASR. Now get your a** moving before she kills you.
And with that determination, Arnav walked into his room,
picked up his Armaani suit's coat and slid his arms through in a smooth
motion. He glanced at the tall mirror
behind his dresser and checked himself.
A black three piece suit with a red shirt and a black tie. Her favourite combination, as she had once
told him. He pulled out his phone and
hastily sent a message to her.
Khushi, be ready. I'm leaving home right now. Let me know if anything unusual comes up.
He tucked his phone back into the suit's pocket and
quietly opened the door of his room.
Significantly dimmed lighting and the unusual quietness of the house was
enough indication that everyone in his family had gone to sleep. Of course they had. It was three in the morning.
Arnav walked into the passage stealthily and closed the
door of his bedroom behind him without making a sound. He tip-toed, yes Arnav Singh Raizada
tip-toed, down the stairs and to the main door of the house. Pausing for a second, he turned and quickly
scanned around to make sure that no one had seen him. The coast was clear, he was safe.
He felt utterly ridiculous as he made his way out of the
mansion. Arnav never took so much
caution just to go out of his own house.
He felt like he was a burglar who was now escaping the scene of
crime. Except, unlike a thief, he was
wearing an expensive suit, watch, shoes, and what-have-you.
The situation was beyond ridiculous. It was absolutely
ridiculous.
As he made his way to the car, he turned several times to
see that no one was looking out from the windows of the mansion. Not that he couldn't squirm his way out of
this...he just didn't want to lie to them.
As he got into the car and started driving towards her
house in Laxminagar, his eyes scanned for any paparazzi, a habit of his. What would happen if the media got a whiff of
this...rendezvous? What would the
headlines of tomorrow's newspapers say??
Arnav Singh Raizada, the business tycoon, elopes and
marries his girlfriend??
That would be fun to deal with. Arnav groaned in frustration. Why did
I agree to this, again? Oh right,
because I fell in love with the one and only Khushi Kumari Gupta and now I've
been reduced to some 23 year old man who is so head-over-heels for his woman
that he'll do the most ridiculous thing if it made her happy. But why this?
Why couldn't she ask me to make Jalebis for her? Hell, I'd do those Salmaan Khan dance steps
that she loves so much...I'll even toss in the shirtless clause but why
this?? Wait. What?
Arnav. Singh. Raizada. What the
hell is the matter with you? Don't you
dare put this idea in her head or else, next Valentine's day, she'll definitely
make you dance...on her tunes as usual.
He found a secluded spot off the main road to park his
car, or rather conceal it, from the prying eyes of her neighbours. His eyes constantly glanced around for any
observers as he stuck to the shadows and made his way to her house. He ended up in the dead-end of the street
from where he could see her window, which as per plan had been left open. He could see dim flickers of light.
He couldn't help but smile. No, she hadn't done it as a romantic gesture,
he knew. She was terrified of the dark
and the candles were perfect to give her dim lighting and not attract unwanted
attention of the aunties of the colony who may wonder what she was doing, being
awake at this hour.
Arnav looked around on the floor and found two small
pebbles. Taking his aim, he hoped for
the best and tossed it in the direction of her window. He swore under his breath and ducked against
a wall when the tiny pebble hit an empty metal canister lying off to the side,
issuing a loud sound that echoed a bit too loudly in the eerie quiet of the
night. Arnav briefly imagined Khushi's
reaction to the sound. She was probably
standing in her room with one hand on her hip, one against her forehead,
cursing her Lad Governor and
complaining to her Devi Maiyya.
I can't believe I'm
doing this!! Arnav was
exasperated. Never, in his life, had he
thought that he would come in the middle of the night to her house, like
thieves, and make her elope with him.
Romeo, Ranjha, and Majnu...be damned! It's because of you eternal lovers that us,
normal men, have to suffer!
The second time Arnav's aim had better purchase and the
pebble soared through her window, landing on the floor of her room with a dull
thud. A couple seconds later, her
glowing face appeared in the window. She
grinned at him and waved him forward enthusiastically. Here he was, expecting her to look at least worried about running away from home but
no...Her face was heaps of beauty and unmasked joy.
Arnav's heartbeat raced.
She did that to him. Every damn
time. He had been with her for a year
now but the feeling was anew each time she smiled at him. Every time she touched him, hugged him,
kissed him, Arnav felt like he was over the moon.
She frowned at him and placed her hands on her hips, looking
annoyed when he didn't move. Arnav
smiled and walked towards her window in confident strides, no longer giving a
damn about who saw him.
She moved aside to let him climb through her window. The second his feet landed on the floor of
her room, he grabbed her hands and had her pinned against the wall next to the
window. Her doe like eyes went wide with
surprise at the suddenness of his actions.
"Khushi..." Her
name rolled off of his tongue in a husky whisper.
Khushi shivered under its effects. She loved it when he said her name like
that. It made her stomach feel funny,
her spine tingle, and her lips ticklish.
She knew what usually followed that expression on his face, the drugged
eyes, and the whispering of her name. He
was going to kiss her.
A part of her just wanted to throw her arms around his
neck and welcome the kiss wholeheartedly but another part of her knew that they
needed to get out before someone caught them.
As he leaned in closer, she wriggled her hand out of his
grip and slapped it over his mouth, using her hand as a barrier between their
lips.
"Not now...we need to leave..." Her voice came out in a whisper too, albeit
unintended.
Only she knew what it took from her to turn down a kiss
from him. The man drove her to the edge of insanity with his not-so-innocent kisses and usually, she would welcome that
insanity. He was a man in power,
confident and masculine, and his dominance in their physical relationship
always made Khushi want to surrender herself to him. But tonight, she had to put a barricade on
those thoughts because tonight, she was getting married to the very man.
She saw his eyebrows rise up higher on his forehead in
amusement and then suddenly, he winked at her.
The confusion lasted about a second in her mind but then his gesture
made sense as she felt him place an open mouthed kiss on her palm that she had
pressed against his mouth. She held onto
her control and tried frowning at him in disapproval. Like that
would help.
She didn't move her hand and he continued pressing kisses
against her palm, breaking away her resolve bit by bit, torturously. Smirking inwardly to himself, knowing exactly
what he was doing to her, he gently touched the skin of her palm with the tip
of his tongue and watched in triumph when her eyes fluttered closed and she
drew her hand away from his mouth slightly.
Seizing the opportunity when it presented itself was one
of Arnav's greatest skills. He put that
acquired and polished skill to use as he pried her hand off of his mouth and pressed
her further into the wall with his body, pinning her hands to her sides.
She didn't protest this time. She knew a lost battle when she saw one and this battle was long lost. Very much willingly so.
Arnav pressed his lips to hers eagerly. The touch reiterated how much he had missed
her in the six hours that he hadn't seen her in. He felt her body shiver against his and he
smiled into the kiss. Leave it up to
Khushi Kumari Gupta to give his ego a healthy boost every single day. She twisted her hands, trying to free them
from his grip and this time, he let go, well aware of why she wanted them free.
The second he let go, she snaked her arms around his neck
and pulled him closer, all the while maintaining contact with his lips. He let out a throaty growl at her matched
eagerness and held her firmly around the waist as he lifted her off her feet,
quite literally. If it weren't for the
Saree, she would have wound her legs around his pelvis.
His kiss turned hungry right away and his teeth started
nipping at her soft plump lips, his tongue darting out to run over and soothe
the area he bit down on, coaxing her to part her lips. He grew impatient when Khushi didn't grant
his wishes and he bit down on her bottom lip a little harder, making her gasp.
Triumphant at his success, his tongue dived into the
recesses of her mouth, trying to convince hers to join in on the dance. Multiple moans escaped Khushi in the
following few seconds as his ministrations continued. The heat from their bodies radiated off and
mingled in the non-existent gap between them.
He finally broke the lip lock, in desperate need of
oxygen, but he wasn't done yet. His lips
left a trail of kisses along her jaw and down the column of her neck. Finding the sweet spot at the junction of her
neck and shoulder, his teeth sunk into her milky skin, making her whimper in
pleasure.
"Hmm...I love you."
He spoke in between placing kisses around the freshly formed love-bite.
Her hand at his nape fisted his hair and next, he felt
her trembling lips against his skin. "I
love you." She echoed his words.
With an enormous effort, he willed himself to stop. He knew very well that if he didn't, they
would end up on that rickety old bed on hers and that was surely to wake up the entire colony, let alone the
family. Khushi wasn't exactly a quiet lover
when it came to that. Once she got past
her shyness, she matched his passion and sometimes even surpassed him and that was saying something. It was one of the things that made him admire
her: she was the perfect amount of shy
and the perfect bit of a seductress. And
She was all his.
She placed three open mouthed kisses along his neck and
following his earlier actions, bit down at the junction at his neck and
shoulder, giving him a love bite to match the one he'd given her, making him
hiss.
"Stop that." He warned huskily. "You're already driving me crazy..."
He set her down on the floor gently but they remained
entwined in each other's embrace feeling the need to touch the other in any way
possible. His hand rubbed the smooth
expanse of her skin at the waist while she ran her fingertips through his hair
above his nape.
"What did I do?" She
batted her eyelashes innocently.
Arnav frowned at her.
"Stop being a tease, Khushi...you know I lose control every time you
wear red...or every time you wear a saree and today, you're out to kill me by
combining the two!" He looked at her
from head to toe, appreciating the beautiful nymph that stood before him clad in
a simple red saree that he had designed specifically for her.
She shrugged, tongue in cheek. "Brides wear red sarees, Arnav...it's not
unusual..."
"That reminds me...we should really get going." Arnav glanced at his wrist watch. Khushi nodded thoughtfully and then went on
her tip toes to give him one last quick kiss.
Leaving him, she went to her bed and pulled out a small
bag from under it. Arnav raised his
eyebrows.
"Khushi...we're only running away for one night..."
"Oh I know...these are just some necessary things...I
couldn't wear the jewellery, you see...wouldn't help sneak out." She grinned.
"Unbelievable."
Arnav shook his head. "I can't
believe I'm doing this!"
"Well you are. You
promised. Now come on...climb out..." Khushi jerked her chin in the direction of
the window.
Arnav scanned the dark windows of the neighbourhood again
and hopped out of her window, landing on his feet as lightly as a tiger on a
hunt. He turned around and lifted her
out of the window. Grinning foolishly,
the two took each other's hand and jogged along the shadows of the buildings
until they reached his car.
Khushi laughed out in exhilaration as he started the
ignition and drove smoothly onto the road.
She had done it. She was running
away with the man she loved on Valentine's Day!
"Ahhh!!" She squealed
in excitement and leaned across to plant a loud kiss on his cheek. "We did it!!
We're running away!!" She giggled
uncontrollably, missing the dirty look he threw at her.
Any normal person would be terrified at the idea of
running away, be afraid of getting caught by families but not Khushi. Khushi was anything but normal. Arnav and Khushi were as different as chalk
and cheese. How on earth the two had
fallen in love, and to such an insane extent, was beyond Arnav's understanding. Clearly, he had forgotten the simple
rule: Opposites Attract.
She looked out of the window with a dreamy look on her
face as he continued to drive towards the temple where they were to get
married. He smiled to himself, knowing
well enough that she was probably day-dreaming about their future
together. He reached over and took her
hand in his before resting their hands on his thigh.
This was, perhaps, the biggest pro of driving an
automatic car. He had a free hand to
hold Khushi's with, which would otherwise be needed to change gears.
He parked his car, half an hour later, in front of a Devi
Maa temple, as per Khushi's insisting.
She had made it very clear to him that she wanted to get married in her
Devi Maiyya's presence. Arnav turned to
look at her and found her grinning childishly.
"I'll go and make sure everything is ready." Arnav kissed her hand and she nodded in
response. He stepped out of the car and
looked around the area, yet again checking to make sure that they weren't
followed by anyone.
He took off his shoes at the bottom of the staircase and
made his way up the same a second later.
He found a groggy looking priest and his confidante, Aman, who was
currently speaking to the priest animatedly.
"Everything ready, Aman?"
Arnav asked.
Aman smiled genuinely at him. "Yes, ASR.
Everything is ready. Including
the photographer."
"Aman...I told you specifically, I don't want any media
here." Arnav snapped.
"Relax..." Aman said
as he pulled out a camera from his pocket.
"I'm the photographer. I figured
Khushi M'am would want pictures."
She most definitely
will want pictures. Arnav agreed
mentally. He gave Aman a curt nod and
made his way back to the car to bring his soon-to-be wife. He knocked on the tinted glass of the
passenger's side window. Khushi opened
the door and stepped out, smiling broadly.
Arnav felt his breath hitch. She now looked every bit of a bride-to-be,
clad in a red saree and matching jewellery.
The necklace and earrings were plain and simple, just the way she liked
it, but the colours of the beads and metal accentuated her milky skin, oddly
enough giving it a velvety look. Her
slender wrists were adorned with a dozen of bangles each. As she fixed the frills of her saree, Arnav
caught a glimpse of the silver anklets that once belonged to her mother that
Khushi always wore. She had pulled her
hair out of the loose ponytail and now it cascaded gracefully down her back.
She looked at him questioningly when he continued staring
without saying anything. "Too
much?" She bit her lip worriedly.
Arnav shook his head and placed a chaste kiss on her
forehead. "No. You're perfect."
And he meant it.
Despite her childish acts and demands, her crazy antiques, her ability
to drive him crazy...she was perfect.
This runaway wedding didn't seem like such a ridiculous idea anymore.
Together, they walked back into the temple, hand in
hand. And they remained that way
throughout most of the ceremony. Only
when it was required from them to let go, did they let go of their hands. Throughout their seven rotations representing
the seven vows of marriage, Arnav held her hand firmly, letting her know that
he would keep every promise until his last breath. Aman was hovering as he took pictures of the
couple but he was invisible to them.
They were too busy in this special moment of theirs to notice anything
or anyone else.
Arnav tied the black beaded chain which supported a small
diamond pendant around her neck. The
first rays of sunshine gave way to dawn at the same moment Arnav filled her
parting with red vermilion. A couple of
tears of joy escaped the confines of her eyes and landed on her cheeks. Arnav
shook his head at his dramatic...wait for it...wife. Wife. Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. It was a mouthful but he loved it.
She had absolutely refused to drop the Kumari Gupta'
from her name, not that he asked her to.
He didn't believe in these traditions where the woman had to lose her
individuality and take up her husband's name.
In fact, he had respected her decision about keeping her maiden name and
simply adding her married name to it and if possible, it made him fall in love
with her a tad bit more.
Arnav and Khushi thanked Aman and walked off to the side
for a private moment while Aman helped the priest pack up and give him his
fees.
"So...Mrs. Raizada...happy now?" Arnav asked, cupping her face.
She nodded with childish enthusiasm. "Very!
I didn't think you would actually follow through on your words."
"To be honest, it did seem ridiculous earlier...I
mean...we're officially getting married in four days anyway...I didn't see the
appeal in running away and getting married"
Arnav kissed the tip of her nose.
She pouted in response.
"But four days later won't be Valentine's Day! You know how much I tried to convince Di ,
Nani, Buaji, and Amma to keep our wedding date today?? But they wanted to wait for the auspicious
time." Khushi rolled her eyes.
"So you made your fiance elope with you and get married
because that was always exciting to you.
I know." Arnav circled her waist.
"Its Kareena Kapoor's fault...ever since she said that
line in 'Jab We Met'...I've wanted to run away and get married." Khushi grinned.
"I can't really complain...you've become my wife four
days before the original plan...and this can be our little secret...it is kind of exciting." Arnav admitted.
(Flashback)
"This is freaking ridiculous...you know we'll be in deep
sh** if our families find out!" Arnav
argued.
"But they don't have to find out!" Khushi argued back. "And just to remind you...you are the one who asked me what I
wanted on Valentine's Day..." Khushi
crossed her arms and turned away in a huff.
"I meant what gift...I thought you would say something
normal... like jewellery or a movie date or a box of jalebis...I didn't know
you would propose running away and getting married four days before our planned
wedding day! We're getting married on
the 18th as it is...why run away?"
He asked her exasperatedly. This
woman never failed to surprise him.
Shouldn't he be the one in a
hurry to get married??
"Offo!! Because
running away and getting married is so exciting and thrilling and..." She sighed dreamily, "Romantic..."
Arnav raised his eyebrows. "You are unbelievable, Khushi."
"No! YOU are!
Can you stop being a Lad Governor and act a little romantic once in a
while? Would it kill you? What happened to 'I love you so much and I can do anything for you Khushi.'?" Khushi did an excellent ASR imitation.
Arnav frowned. "I
have got to stop you from spending
too much time with Di...you've become like her...emotional blackmailing and
fake hurt and angry expressions and all."
"Haww! You think
I'm faking it??"
"Don't." Arnav
warned. "Don't start that with me."
He was already deep in the emotional blackmail. He wasn't going to go down that road. He looked at her pout and sad
expression. She blinked slowly,
deliberately. He hated it when she did
that. It made it practically impossible
for him to refuse her anything even though he knew that it was a facade. How could he say no' to anything when she
was looking at him like that?
"Oh whatever!" He
exclaimed. "Fine...if it makes you
happy...we'll run away and get married on the 14th."
Pure joy lit up her face.
"Really??"
"Really." Arnav
nodded, smiling gently.
She yelped in excitement and threw her hands around his
neck before smashing her lips to his, captivating him in a passionate lip
lock. If her expression hadn't done the
trick, this kiss would have definitely sealed the deal. The minx knew which buttons to push.
(End of flashback)
"How do you plan on explaining your newly married look to
your family?" Arnav teased.
Khushi shrugged.
"I'll have to remove this..." She
ran the tips of her fingers along the black beads of the Mangalsutra. "But the sindoor...I can smudge it until its
barely visible and then I'll just change the side of the parting to cover it
up..."
Arnav raised his eyebrows, impressed. "You've planned this well..."
The couple got engaged in an exchange of sweet nothings,
and quick kisses, without realizing that a couple of hours had passed and that
a light crowd of regular Devi Maiyya's devotees was gathering and dispersing
steadily.
This was the issue with Arnav and Khushi. They never realized how the time flew by or
what their surroundings were when they were together. Time and place became an unimportant,
non-existent concept when they two found each other's company.
On any given day, it would have been okay but to be so
reckless in the morning of their runaway wedding, especially at a temple where
Arnav's Di, Anjali, worshipped the goddess daily, was just plain foolish.
And who better to call out Arnav on his foolish slips
than Aman? He came huffing and puffing
towards the couple, annoying Arnav by interrupting something that Khushi was
saying about their impending honeymoon.
"ASR...you two...run!...get
out of here...A...Anjali M'am." He
panted.
"What happened to Di?"
Arnav stood up immediately.
"No...Nothing happened to her but something will
definitely happen to you two. She's
here! You two need to leave!" Aman spoke animatedly, panicking.
"Oh no!" "F***!" Khushi and Arnav said simultaneously,
respectively.
"Haww! Mr. Arnav
Singh Raizada. Mind your language in the
temple." Khushi reprimanded him.
"There will be more pearly swear words tossed around here
if Di sees us like this! Come on...Lets
go!" Arnav took her hand and pulled her
behind a pillar as soon as he saw his Di.
Aman also ducked and hid behind the pillar next to them.
It wasn't that he was scared of his Di. He just didn't want to deal with her
drama. More than that, he knew that as a
man, he may even get away with this but Khushi would get an earful, especially
from her Bua and Amma. And Arnav
wouldn't have any of that. So he guarded
Khushi's body by putting himself in front of her, lest Anjali saw them.
Arnav craned his neck to make sure that his Di wasn't
looking in their direction and when he was assured of the same, he pulled
Khushi along and headed towards the staircase.
"Chotte?? Khushi
Ji???" Her sweet voice, with a hint of
surprise, carried over to them, making them freeze on the spot, wide eyed.
Neither turned around to face her and Arnav hoped against
hope that they could get away.
"If she kills us, I'm blaming you." Arnav muttered to Khushi. "And if anyone says anything to you..." Arnav trailed off, implying the unsaid
threat. Khushi swallowed in response.
"Anjali M'am?"
Aman's voice was loud and clear.
Arnav released a breath he didn't know he was
holding. He thanked Aman in his mind and
risked a glance in his Di's direction.
And Boom!
That's how Arnav Singh Raizada was caught with his
runaway bride.
Anjali had been leaning around Aman to keep her eyes on
the couple that looked a lot like her brother and his fiance. Her doubts had been confirmed when Arnav had
turned to look at her. She gasped
dramatically, the pooja thaal
threatening to slip from her hands.
She walked over to them and stood in front of them,
shocked as she took in Khushi's appearance.
The two had run away and gotten married?!? But why???
Anjali looked at a sheepish Arnav and then at Khushi, who
had her eyes tightly shut as if awaiting a slap. She clung to Arnav's hand with a steel grip. Anjali's eyes travelled back to her beloved
brother and narrowed.
"Explain." She
ordered.
Khushi's eyes flew open and her head snapped around to
look at Arnav. Arnav turned and looked
at her at the same time.
Despite the situation, laughter bubbled up within them
and they chuckled together before turning to face Anjali Singh Raizada. And so began the retelling of the tale of The
Runaway Couple, Mr. and Mrs. Raizada.
And that's a wrap for this OS guys. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Thank you Rasgulla_sp for the suggestion of posting my works in the IPKKND forum!
Happy Valentine's Day😳 or Happy Singles Awareness Day😆 (whichever one you're celebrating on the 14th of Feb). I'm personally celebrating the latter.😃
Love,
Katie <3
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