On his demand 2 Chapter 13

Chapter 12 (63)

"My son is lost and you want me to worry about your work? I am not going with you to the office?" Khushi shouted on top of her lungs.

Her acting or one could call a sudden outburst seemed so real that Arnav indeed somewhere thought that she was actually mad at him.

But he guessed she had been missing Adhwaya enough to make it look real. Top of everything, she had to play.

"All you think is about yourself. In Darjeeling when I told you that my son was kidnapped you hardly cared. And wanted to roam in the mall to buy things for your family. What kind of person you are?"

He saw his family members looking angrily at him. He got an idea that her burst out was working. He was glad...

"The moment you came to know that your brother and sister has met with an accident you came running, what about my son? Are you really a human? I don't think so. You got no heart, Arnav ji, and I am not sorry to say it...You tell me what I will tell my husband when he will ask me about his son."

"Shut up! Why the heck I care what your husband will think," he shouted. "Yes, I don't care about anyone, but my family. And who the hell you really are? Seriously, my family has really made you think that you are the part of this family. I am warning you don't dare to think that...I know very well how to bring people back on my feet. You are nothing but a manager in my company. And person like you walk around me to even get a clerk job..."

"Watch your attitude, Mr. Raizada!" she didn't mind shouting, and made it her a strong tool as the fight between them grew deeper. "You are standing in a temple..."

"How dare you to talk to me like that, huh? And how the hell you even dared to compare my family with yours. If you are really worried about your son, go out and look for him on your own...Woman like you only likes to shout and blames other...What he is to me anyways that I will go to find him, he is not my son!" His tongue burnt to say this.

"You know what, Mr. Raizada, after seeing you I think my husband was way better than you...Anjali di, you were right, I should get back to him!"

Anjali looked at her, thinking when did she really say that...Arnav was so mad and knew since she had already mentioned it, his family or even she herself won't leave any stone unturned until they another character to mess up with them. And now was the perfect time to give this a name of jealousy and get Khushi. Also he couldn't have afford her to even go near any man. Feeling angry enough, he took the vermillion from the front of the temple and filled her head with vermilion.

The whole family stood dumbstruck. Having no idea where they had taken
their fight to this level. Arnav did it, they couldn't believe it.

Khushi didn't know either if he was going to do anything of this sought. Her hands flew to her head to touch the vermillion to make herself believe. She was happy that was no doubt, but was it going to happen this way was something that really sent chills down her spine.

Undoubtedly, their this fight brought fruitful result. If he had planned it already, he was smart, she thought. He had her back in his accounts.

"Chote, what did you do?" Nani asked.

He looked at her as shocked as she was.

"Wasn't I committed to Lavanya?" he asked, and looked at Khushi.

Khushi squinted her eyes. wasn't I committed to Lavanya?" she imitated his voice in her head, angrily. This I will tell you later. 

"I am sorry!" he said. "I don't know what I was thinking."

All of sudden everything happened everyone present was short of words to say in actual.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have done this..." he moved his hand forward to remove the vermillion, hoping someone to stop him.

He was glad Anjali was the one.

"Chote, you cannot do this..."
"But it was just a mistake..."
"It wasn't a mistake, chote," she said, realising for this moment Khushi had waited for months. Finally it was fulfilled no matter how.
"Now you have done this, you have to fulfil the duty of being a husband..."
"This means nothing to me..." he retorted. "She is already married..."
Anjali put a pause on her tongue before she had revealed to Arnav that she was his wife.
"Doesn't matter what..."
"This girl can't ever be my wife...Di, you know that Lavanya will be coming here anytime soon...And I am suppose to marry her..."
Anjali looked at Khushi feeling sorry for her.
"Chote, Anjali bitiya is right..." Nani said.
"You can decide anything, but not me..."
"Will you be able to forget Rahul jiju and marry someone else?" he asked Anjali.

Anjali looked at him shocked.

"Di, see. It's not easy for me either..."

Anjali looked at Khushi again.
"Would you marry her if I get married do someone else?" she asked.

If he said yes, for Khushi this was the least she could have done. Because of her she had lost her baby, this burden she still carried on her shoulders.

Not only Arnav no one had expected Anjali to say this. They all understood she was trying to rectify her mistakes.

Arnav wanted his sister to settle down someone good, and he had a perfect opportunity.

He struggled to say yes. Because he didn't want to sound obvious.

"Chote, I will get married to the person you would want me to, but marry Khushi..."

"Why do you want me to marry her?" he asked.

Anjali thought she was creating problems.

"Why you all have a soft corner for this lady?"

Anjali thought she had to do something before she even put pressure on her brother.

"Because she needed a life partner...She has seen a worst scenarios in the past few year...Now her son is lost. Beside us she has no one...Chote, she needs someone in her life. Beside you no one can be the best for her...No one, Chote...If you can please marry her."

Arnav could read the guilt in her tone. She was practically pleading him.

"Even for that as you have said I will get married too."

Not only Khushi but everyone waited for Khushi to know if he would say yes or no. If he was going to that would be the best moment of their lives.

For Anjali it was a fear. "Chote, Khushi, I am afraid for you two..." she said inwardly. "You need to protect Khushi. Because he is back!" she said.

"I do not want to believe what my eyes had seen  but it was him. I am trying to remove that image from my mind but I unable to. Since you remember nothing about you past one year, I can't even tell anyone about this. Not even family members before I actually know what I saw was actually true or just a trick of my eyes. It would be only trick of my eyes. He still threatens my dreams, may be that fear made me imagine him," she thought. "And how he could be alive when in front of her he had died. He can't be alive..." she tried to convince herself.

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Chapter 12

"My son is lost and you want me to worry about your work? I am not going with you to the office or anywhere else,"  Khushi shouted on top of her lungs. Raizada family turned around to see what happened when out of sudden the serene prayer environment was interrupted.

Her acting or one could call a sudden outburst seemed so real that Arnav indeed somewhere thought that she was actually mad at him. He guessed she had been missing Adhwaya enough to make it look real. Top of everything, she had to play as hard as she could.

"All you think is about yourself. In Darjeeling when I told you that my son was kidnapped you hardly cared. And wanted to roam in the mall buying things for your family. What kind of person you are?"

He saw his family members looking angrily at him. He got an idea that her burst out was working. He was glad...

"The moment you came to know that your brother and sister have met with an accident you came running, what about my son? Are you really a human? I don't think so. You got no heart, Arnav ji, and I am not sorry to say it...You tell me what I will tell my husband when he will ask me about his son."

"Shut up! Why the heck I care what your stupid husband will think," he shouted. Uhmm...Why so much praise about himself, he thought. "Yes, I don't care about anyone, but my family. And who the hell you really are to even compare your family with mine? Seriously, my family has really made you think that you are the part of this family. I am warning you don't dare to think that...I know very well how to bring people back on my feet. You are nothing but a manager in my company. And person like you walk around me begging to even get a peon job..."

"Watch your attitude, Mr. Raizada!" she didn't mind shouting even louder than she already was, and made it her a strong tool as the fight between them grew deeper. "You are standing in a temple..."

Everyone was thinking that more than being mad at him she was worried about Adhwaya.

"How dare you to talk to me like that, huh? If you are really worried about your son, go out and look for him on your own, don't shout at me and tell me what I should do. Well, how can I forget woman like you only likes to shout and blames other...What he is to me anyways that I will go to find him, he is not my son!" His tongue burnt to say this.

"You know what, Mr. Raizada, after seeing you I think my husband was way better than you...Anjali di, you were right, I should get back to him!" she said, to make him jealous.

Anjali looked at her, thinking when did she really say that...Arnav was so mad and knew since she had already mentioned it, his family or even she herself (to make him jealous), won't leave any stone unturned until they find another character to mess up with them. And now was the perfect time to give this a name of jealousy and get Khushi. Also he couldn't have afford her to even go near any random man even if it was just a showcase. Feeling angry enough, he pushed NK away from his way, and from the plate of puja took the hand full of vermillion and walked back to her with an anger in his eyes. The whole family and Khushi herself wondered what he was going to do until he did the unexpected, he filled her head with vermilion.

The whole family stood dumbstruck. Not believing their eyes, or knowing they had taken their fight to this level.

Khushi's hand flew to her head to touch the vermillion to make herself believe it was real. She was happy that was no doubt, but was it going to happen this way was something that really sent chills down her spine. And in their situation it was much relevant anyways.

Undoubtedly, their this fight brought fruitful result. If he had planned it already, he was smart, she thought. He had her back in his accounts. And Arnav indeed was looking for such a chance.

"Chote, what did you do?" Nani asked.

He looked at her as shocked as she was.

"Wasn't I committed to Lavanya?" he asked, and looked at Khushi.

Khushi squinted her eyes. wasn't I committed to Lavanya?" she imitated his voice in her head, angrily. This I will tell you later. 

"I am sorry!" he said. "I don't know what I was thinking," he said to Khushi.

All of sudden everything happened everyone present was short of words to say.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have done this..." he moved his hand up to the level of Khushi's head, Khushi realised he was going to rub the vermillion of her head, and hoped someone would stop him.

She was glad Anjali was the one.

"Chote, you cannot do this..."

Khushi took a sigh of relief.

"But it was just a mistake..."

"It wasn't a mistake, chote," she said, knowing that for this moment Khushi had waited for months. Finally it was fulfilled, no matter how.

"Now you have done this, you have to fulfil the duty of being a husband..."
"This means nothing to me..." he retorted. "She is already married..."

Anjali put a pause on her tongue before she had revealed to her brother that Khushi was his wife.
"Doesn't matter what...She is divorced," she said.
"This woman can't ever be my wife...Di, you know that Lavanya will be coming here anytime soon...And I am suppose to marry her..."

Anjali looked at Khushi feeling sorry for her.
"Chote, Anjali bitiya is right..." Nani said.

"You can decide anything, but not me...I have my priorities set," he growled. "Will you be able to forget Rahul jiju and marry someone else?" he asked Anjali.

Anjali looked at him shocked.

"Di, see. It's not easy for me either..."

Anjali looked at Khushi again.
"Would you marry her if I get married do someone else?" she asked.

If he said yes, for Khushi this was the least she could have done. Because of her she had lost her baby, this burden she still carried on her shoulders.

Not only Arnav no one had expected Anjali to say this. They all understood she was trying to rectify her mistakes.

Arnav wanted his sister to settle down with someone good, and he had a perfect opportunity.

He struggled to say yes. Because he didn't want to sound obvious.

"Chote, I will get married to the person you would want me to, but marry Khushi..."

"Why do you want me to marry her?" he asked.

Anjali thought she was creating problems.

"Why you all have a soft corner for this lady?"

Anjali guessed she had to do something before she even put pressure on her brother.

"Because she needed a life partner...She has been through a worst scenarios in the past one year...Now her son is lost. Beside us, she has no one...Chote, she needs someone in her life. Beside you, no one can be the best for her...No one, Chote...If you can please marry her."

Arnav could read the guilt in her tone. She was practically pleading him.

"Even for that as you have said I will get married too."

Everyone was astonished. This was something they indeed wanted. Anjali moving on with her life. They all waited to know if Arnav would say yes or no. If he was going to, that would be the best moment of their lives.

For Anjali it was not limited to her guilt. She had the biggest fear running in her mind now after her accident. "Chote, Khushi, I am afraid for you two..." she said inwardly. "And, Chote, you need to protect yourself and Khushi. Because he is back!" she said, fear danced on her face.

"I do not want to believe what my eyes had seen but it was him. I am trying to remove that image from my mind. Alas! I unable to. Since you remember nothing about your past one year, I can't even tell you about this. Not even family members before I actually know what I saw was actually true or just a trick of my eyes. It would be only trick of my eyes. He still threatens my dreams, may be that fear made me imagine him," she thought. "And how he could be alive when in front of hundreds of eyes he had died. He can't be alive..." she tried to convince herself. As expected, it didn't work.

***
"Hello, Karan," Akaash said, picking up his phone.
"Hey, Akaash. How are you?"
"I am very well, how are you? Karan, did you get to know anything about Adhwaya?"
Payal stood up beside him knowing it was Karan's phone.
"Yes, we have found about him..."
"Have you?"
"Yes, we have..."
"Where? Where did you find him?"
"He was kidnapped once again by the same gang as before. For child trafficking," he told him. "I guess those people have their close eye on Adhwaya, I also think they have come to know that he was the one who got their previous gang caught...Before they could harm him, the police got track of them..." Karan said, making a story in his head.
"Thank you so much, Karan. I go and tell Khushi, she will be really happy!"
"Akaash, you can let her know this. But we can't let Adhwaya come to RM..."
"You can't? Why?"
"Because his life is still in danger. He needs a place where he will be safe."
"Safe? Yes! But where is he at the moment?"
"He is under the protection of Mumbai police...Just let Khushi Bhabi know this...I will talk to you later!" he said.
"But is he okay?"
"Yes, he is fine. We might get his medical check up done..."
"Okay, bye!" he said, and hung up the phone.
"They have found, Adhwaya..." Akaash told Payal.
She took a sigh of relief.
"Lets go and tell everyone!" he said.

***

Arnav pinned her to the wall. She had a teasing smile on her face.

He was going to kiss her but she moved her face to the side, instead of her lips, his lips pressed against her cheeks.

"What the?"

"We are not husband, wife yet!" she said, knowing it was an insignificant statement.

"What?" he said in a disbelief. "How come all of sudden we are not husband wife?"  he asked, testing the validity of her statement.

"Well, don't you remember telling everyone that you will get married to me?"

"We are husband wife, anyways..." he said. "And I will do everything a husband can do with his wife...I will kiss you and..."

"And?"

"Does that need any explanation?"

Her cheeks went rose red, and now she could no longer see in his eyes that were dark with raw desire.

"Mr. Raizada, this is an office. Anybody can walk in..." He stepped back, and pressed the button of the remote that laid on the table. Before she could get a time to even move, he had once again trapped her.

"Doors are locked, blinds are down. Me and you are two together..." he said. "Now any excuses, objections?"

"I don't want to do it..."

"Do what?" he teased her. And picked his head closer to her lips. Deliberately,blew an air on her face.

He laughed inwardly to see her every body muscle clench under his hold.
"Do what, Khushi?" he asked, again. She was unable to speak, her voice got stuck in her throat. He couldn't help smiling proud.

"Why are you out of breath?" he asked. "I didn't even do anything yet!"

She wanted to scream. She couldn't breath when his hand took possessive turns on her skin.

"There is nothing in this simple touch, is it?" he asked, when he trailed the back of his hand from her shoulder up to her neck. His hands were cold as dipped in an ice.

"Okay, I free you, I mean I will free you," he said, correcting himself, "...first tell me what you don't want me to do?"

All of sudden she has newly found courage, she pushed him back and using all her force she pushed his back against the wall.

"O-okay!" he muttered, nervously.

She leant forward, and her lips touched his chest, and slowly moved up to his neck, untied his tie and opened his shirt's top three buttons. His hands tightly dug in her waist. She was loosing control, but she carried herself. Her lips kissed his neck, she didn't mind using his teeth, or tongue. He thought he was control of himself until now.

"Khushi," he huffed. She had no intentions to move back any moment. She bit him.

"...You will kill me!" his words came out of his mouth in a broken sentence. She smiled to herself knowing she was winning. She could tell from his now tended body. She fisted her collar. "You think only you can have this effect on me? I can have on you as well," she said, seeing right into his eyes as if in a challenge. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Mr. Raizada!"

"What has gotten in you?" he asked.

"Don't mess with me!" she warned him. "And what has gotten into me I won't mind telling you...Right now and here!" her this statement really took all her innocence away. The way he looked back in his eyes, made her self conscious. But she didn't show any sign of it. She had to run away, she took a remote and pressed the open button of the door, to unlock it. She tried not to run, and the moment she was out of his cabin, she blushed, touched her warm cheeks, and wondered to herself, what exactly has gotten into her. She took deep breaths.

When did Arnav stood right beside her with his legs crossed at his ankle, his shoulder leant against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and a questionable look on his face, she couldn't get to know.

"What happen, Mrs. Raizada?" he asked. She covered her flushed face with her hands.

He smiled to himself and pulled her in his arms. "Come here!"

On his demand 2 Chapter 11

Chapter 11 (62)

Arnav scraped back a chair for Khushi, but giving no damn in a vague try to keep up with a public image of both of them being an enemies. Thanks to his tough attitude that worked anytime, at his call.

"Please have a seat."

His said words were rather calm than his actions.

"...give me ten minutes, I shall be back with a cup of coffees," he added in a little low tone. "Anything else you want," he enquired, keeping it still to a low murmur.

"Please come back soon," she said, he smiled briefly looking at a smile that reached her eyes and twinkled in his own two pair of eyes.

"I will not make you wait like other times," he said blinking his eyelashes once. He was already walking towards the counter to make his order.

Khushi caught herself following his path, and a ghost of smile flourished on her face, at the same time she felt little sad that he was trying too hard to make her feel all comfortable and normal.

"I am okay," she said, pretending she was telling it to him and something that she hadn't voiced loudly. "I am happy to live in every situation you are keeping me in." 

It never hurt her knowing that more than anyone he was suffering. She wanted to step into a war zone to help him out, and she was afraid he was ready to take her in. Not when it involved risk to be in an unknown territories.

She found couple of people, especially girls looking at him, surprised, surprised if it was real Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, whom they found too lavish to wander in a coffee shop, ordering his own cup of coffee, instead of his helping hand.

That was his fan following and he got a varied audience, she was skeptical if he was aware of it. For men, he was an undying inspiration, for girls he was a hot as hell. Surely their dreams came crashing in a mere second when he married her. This thought made her laugh to herself. She masked her face with her hands to suppress her laugh. She couldn't deny she felt rather sympathetic than actually being jealous being a dream of millions girls around the globe, for the fact that he was too busy in his own world to pay an attention to any of the girls around.

If she was right even at a moment in his head he would rather be thinking of several thousand ways to find out about the real culprit, this was his priority at the moment, and then about his business.

Business was something he was married to before marrying her. And that, she never thought was coming in her way in anyway. He always had his priorities set.

This was what loved Arnav loved the most in her. She gave him the space whenever he needed. Unlike other woman, she trusted him, and knew the day she has come in his life, she was the only woman he hated, and then madly loved. His hatred was his love. Love for his sister, and then for him.

He had given this relationship a definition that was beyond any misunderstanding or a hatred.

She was happy and proud of him. Because his family wasn't just limited to fifteen members of his own little world, but in his over 25 companies worldwide 20,000 employees were the part of his family. That were, because of him able to feed their own respective families. No wonder why he was idolised.

She wrapped her black shawl around her tightly feeling little cold.

She smiled, as always, she found herself thinking of only Arnav.

Her gaze travelled out the mirrored wall to the busy mall. Leaving Arnav chat away with whomever were interested to talk to him. As her eyes caught the toy store, she already was thinking what she was going to buy for Adhwaya and then for Arnav from the nearby stores, she nearly forgot that their life wasn't as simple as that.

Because she was already thinking of shopping she couldn't help thinking what she will get Arnav. Then found herself in dilemma. She always had tough time understanding what Arnav wanted. He was so busy in his work that he didn't even know about his likings were. She was doubtful if he liked anything beyond his basic needs.

She wished she was able to make him feel special. One day. Because at this point their lives were only welcoming unwanted. She had given thought of the fact that life was unpredictable and for them it was. And she was still trying to get use to the fact.

Their lives will be normal, she believed. She had everyone to put her grief in front of, including him, but till now she had never able to prepare him to tell how he felt of any scenario in his life. He was still afraid to put his feelings completely out in front of everyone.

"Your coffee, Khushi!" Arnav said, bringing her whole world of thoughts closed in a box of her brain. He placed a cup in front of her. She smiled seeing a heart shape made on the top surface of coffee.

She rested her back of her hand under the chin, and looked at him as he grabbed a chair opposite of her, appreciating his little gesture.

"Since when you decided to turn into a romantic husband?" she teased. Arnav was thankful she was asking in a low tone, but he raised his eyebrows at her thinking why she was talking nicely to him when they were suppose to act the otherwise?

"Every time I see you," he said. "It comes naturally to me."
"I am flattered!" she said. "Arnav, we are here in a mall, talking to each other. What if anyone see us together?"
She surprised him by asking this question.
"Then fight..." Words snapped out of his mouth at a speed of light as soon as she was done finishing her sentence.
"I see, you love being in your laad governor image, don't you?" she teased him again.
"Not in front of you."
"You fib a lot...You get mad at every single thing," she complained, "I don't know why but I feel you are trying to be mad for some reason."
"Because you are at mistake..."
"Haww!" her mouth dropped, but it recovered immediately.
"That's true, don't you think so...?" he questioned her.
"See, you are returning back to your laad governor image..."
"Who started first?" he counter-questioned her, crossing his arms on a wooden table in front of him.
"Really? And don't forget that I am still mad at you...You were so rude to me yesterday...and you also were asking me to bring my husband? How inhumane?"
"Why are you bringing that issue here, especially when you know why I did it?" he asked, with a little hint of anger in his tone.
"Whatever..."
"Okay forget all about this, I forgot to tell you as this totally escaped my mind, we are going tomorrow to Mumbai..."
"What?" she jumped in her seat in an excitement, realising she grabbed everyone's attention around her, she settled back in her seat, smiling nervously at people. Looking back at Arnav, she found him frowning. "What...are we seriously going back?"
"Yes!" he said, eating his anger away. "Payal called me and she told me that your son, Adhwaya is kidnapped, I promise I will find him soon," he said looking here and there but her to sound as he was having nothing but business talk.
Khushi for a moment felt as if they really didn't know each other...And realising his act, and realising she did forget that she had to pretend as they didn't know each other. She mentally slapped herself for keeping a memory of a goldfish, her heart beat went wild in fear thinking if she did something to put them both at risk.

"Also, Payal told me that they had gone for his check up when he went missing." He went on.

Khushi tried to keep quite, still looking nervous at his frowned face. She couldn't guess whether it was real or a fake?

"Let's go we are getting late! We have to go to the office and finish everything before we leave back..." he said in a hurry.

She got up too, she grabbed her purse, and the coffee cup, and followed him. "I am sorry if I did something stupid. I totally forgot we were suppose to..."

"It's okay," he said as he looked around, he intelligently got his security to follow both of them. He pressed the button on his Bluetooth to answer Karan's call.

"Karan."
"Yes, Arnav."
"We are leaving to the office, are you done booking our tickets?"

Khushi stared at the white marbled floors that reminded her of the RM office in Mumbai, where for the first she went to meet Arnav for a job.

"Yes, I have."
"Thanks. All good?"
"All good, Arnav, but one thing!" he said. "Arnav, Anjali was admitted to the hospital."
"What?"  he asked, and immediately stopped.

Karan was extremely sorry that he always had to call him for some bad news.

Khushi got scared hearing his scared tone, and his abrupt stop. She too came to a sudden stop. She wanted to keep a hand on his shoulder but aware of her surroundings she kept a distance.

"Arnav, please relax down. It's a minor accident. Just a minor accident!" he repeated. "She is alright."
"When this happened? Why you didn't tell me about this early on?"
"It happened yesterday. I am sorry, Arnav. It was just that Anjali asked me not to tell you this. Dhruv was with her..."
"Dhruv? How...how is he?"
"He is okay as well, he got his arm fractured but he is okay, talking, in his senses. They both are home actually."
"Should we worry if it was planned?" he asked, gulping his lump down his throat.
"Anjali and Dhruv are both saying it was their fault instead."

Arnav got hold of his nervousness. But Khushi was still worried and tried to read his face to know if everything was alright.

"Karan, I am hanging up now. But book me a tickets to Mumbai for today."
"Okay, Arnav. I guess your private yet is ready."
"Okay, we get our bag packs ready and leave for an airport," he said and hung up on the phone.
"Khushi, let's go, we gotta go!"  he said in a rush.
"Arnav, what happened? And where we have to go?"
"Khushi, we have to go to Mumbai now. Dhruv and Anjali di met with an accident."
"What? How...how are they?"
"Karan said they both are fine, at home, I guess."
"Thank god!"

***
"Di, how this happened?"

Anjali looked at Arnav and Khushi both at their sudden arrival. Whole family came rushing to see as they were finally at home. But sad at the fact that Adhwaya was missing and Anjali and Dhruv were involved in an accident.

Payal and Akaash were the first one to come, they both looked at each other in shock, "Khushi!" she said.

Khushi looked at her and went running to her. "Bhabi!" she tried to keep herself from crying.

"Khushi, come out with me," Payal said and everyone else followed her.

"Chote, Adhwaya is missing."

"Di, I have heard about him. But I have the police sent in search of him. You tell me, how are you? How did you get involved in an accident, and Dhruv? How is he?"

Anjali kept her hand on his hand. "Chote, relax. It was just a minor accident. I was making a right turn, and from the other hand this auto rickshaw was coming."

Arnav didn't know why? But he was skeptical. He highly doubted if she was telling him the truth.

"Chote, I am fine..."

"Where is Dhruv? And how is he doing?"

"He is in his room with NK."

"Di, I will be right back," he said, he rushed to see him with his own eyes, until then he wasn't going to be convinced no matter what.

***
Arnav placed his head in Khushi's lap. She caressed his hair. Feeling her hands massaging his head, he felt relieved was an underestimation. He thought she had a magic in her hands that had a unrealistic powers to put soul in an unbelievable peace. But he was afraid her arms must be tired.

"Khushi, since how long we have to find a way to meet like this at night?" he asked. Khushi could understand his pain, but she had no solutions, but Arnav already had.

He held her hand to stop her.
"What happened, Arnav?"
"You must be tired!"
"I never get tired when it comes to you," she whispered, and kissed his forehead. She continued.

"Khushi, I am thinking that Anjali di need to have a life partner," he said.

Khushi was surprised how he stole her thought, but she was scared to put it out in front of him.

"Arnav, before you suggest me any name, shall I suggest a person who will be best for her?" Khushi said, nervously, and being little unsure if she should say it.

"Go ahead, Khushi."

"Karan!" she suddenly said; and regretted saying it. She wish she could take her words back.

Arnav looked at her. She was unsure if he was angry or thinking on it.

"Arnav, I think Karan loves Anjali di."
"What?" he sounded angry.
"Don't be mad, it's just what I think, Arnav."

For him Karan was not more than a friend. Thinking of him as Anjali's husband was bit uncomfortable image in his head.

"Arnav, we know Karan very well. We know what kind of person he is...you had been friends since quite long. Even Anjali di knows him."

She tried to compherend him when all the while he was thinking if it was a right thing to do.

"Khushi, I am not sure if Anjali di will agree to it," he decided to break his silence, Khushi was relieved to find a usual calm in his tone. He sat up, and laid on a bed. Khushi too laid back, and hugged him.

"We can get Mami ji or Nani to talk to her."

"Don't you think instead of ma or nani ji, it will make more sense if you will talk to her, she will listen it to you."

She was right, he thought. but he was afraid to put proposal in front of Anjali. He laid on his side and placed his hand on her belly. "Khushi, idea is not bad,"he agreed. "I am afraid the results will be not good."

"I am with you, Arnav, we can try."

He let out a deep breath, Khushi waited for him to say something. He leant in and kissed her briefly to gather his self confidence, trust, and get rid of his fear.

"I will be okay as long as you are with me, and if it went well I will bring Adhwaya back, since we are back. I promise it will be by tomorrow."

Khushi couldn't stop herself from crying. She covered her eyes. Arnav looked at her as her overwhelmed emotions bursted out.

He uncovered her eyes and wiped her tears. "Don't cry, Khushi. And won't you mind knowing, with whom Adhwaya is?"

She looked at him with teary eyes. "Who?" she asked.

"Bhua ji, and Aryan at penthouse  in Bandra."

She was shocked as in not in a world she ever had ever guessed what might be the safest place for their son and to be with.

"They are taking good care of him."

"I love you, Arnav!" she burst into tears once again and hugged him tightly. He smiled and kissed her shoulder.

On his demand 2 Chapter 10

Chapter 10 (61)

Khushi pinched Arnav's nose and giggled when he got irritated in his sleep. "Khushi, Kya hain?" (What is it?")

He turned on his side and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards himself. "Let me sleep, and you sleep too, Khushi," he muttered.

Khushi shook her head. "It's not time to sleep but wake up, Arnav."

"What's the time?"

"9:00 am."

He immediately opened his eyes and leant on his arm to look at the clock. Khushi laughed, as she sat back up.

He looked at her angrily. "Khushi its 6:00 am."

"I know."

"You serious, I was sleeping peacefully."

"Arnav, last night you didn't let me sleep, now I won't let you sleep either."

He tossed his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. "That's why I am really tired."

She shook his shoulder.

"Arnav, please get up. Why are you fussing like a child? You have to work out."

He cried.

"Khushi, no. No workout please."

"Arnav, you have not exercised for the past seven months."

"Khushi, I am fit and fine," he argued.

"I seriously don't want my child to be like you, lazy."

He opened his eyes. "You called me lazy?" he looked at her offended.

"Of course. You should learn from your son. He sleeps at exact 9, and at sharp 6 he is up. Right now he must be up and Nani already must have given him a bath."

He huffed. "Khushi, please only for an hour. Please, I want to sleep."

Khushi smiled, and ran her hand over his hair. She deeply kissed his hair. "Okay, you sleep."

"You come and sleep too."

"Arnav, I have already taken bath, now I am going to prepare a breakfast. Karan is already up, he must be waiting downstairs."

"Karan." Arnav muttered realising he had to talk to him. He sat up on the bed. "He is up? Good."

"Khushi, you prepare breakfast, I will be downstairs in ten minutes."

"Arnav, abhi nahin sona aapko?" (Now you don't have to sleep?")

"No," he said and kissed her temple. "Khushi, I like the smell of your shampoo, and your hair colour."

Khushi smiled, and then giggled "Arnav, shampoo and hair colour?" she asked, still laughing, as it was the first time he had noticed it in two years.

"Yes, I never get to tell you this. I realised your hair has two different shades. Chocolate brown and black."

"Thank you, Arnav!" she said when he took out his clothes from the cupboard.

"You are welcome, my sweet wife. You get ready too I will take you to the site seeing today," he said and went into the washroom.

"Arnav, when we are going back to Mumbai?" she said but her words were unheard as he had already gone inside the washroom.

"Khushi, sorry did you say anything?" he asked.

"No, nothing, Arnav," she said. "Nothing..."

She sighed, and took Arnav's phone from the night table and opened the photo app. She looked for Adhwaya's picture. Tears formed in her eyes seeing her baby. She wanted to see him and being aware that they were in Darjeeling for a purpose, she knew she had to control her emotions. She decided she will Skype later in a day. But for now she would have called and asked how he was doing, but Karan showed up. He knocked on the door.

"Karan, hey."

"Hi, bhabi. Sorry if I disturbed you."

"No, Karan, not at all. Arnav has just gone in to the washroom to get freshen up."

"Perfect, I wait downstairs then."

"Okay, I come as well, I am sorry to make you wait for the breakfast."

Karan shook his head. "You don't have to be sorry about anything, bhabi. It's only 6:30 am."

"Karan, should I ask you something?" she asked as they headed out of the room.

"Y-yes, bhabi. Go ahead! Please."

"I don't know why I feel Arnav, and you, know who is in the house trying to hurt Arnav or both of us."

"Bhabi, I wish I had answers for this," he said almost immediately. "It's very unfortunate that we don't know anything who is doing all this."

Khushi nodded her head in understanding.

"Karan, please don't tell this to Arnav that I asked you this. He will be worried that I am worrying about all this."

"Don't worry, bhabi. I won't tell him. But we are doing everything we can. Criminal can't be hidden for much longer. It can take longer but defiantly for forever. Everyday we are progressing even though we get evidence that are not even important. We will make it for our use."

"I hope everything is crystal clear very soon."

"We hope that too, bhabi."

"Khushi, come to the room."

Khushi and Karan both stopped, she smiled as she looked towards her room. "I will be back, Karan."

"Don't worry, bhabi," he said. "Go ahead."

Khushi walked back to their room. The moment she entered the room, she was pulled in. "Arnav, what are you doing?" she asked, afraid. Arnav closed the door, and locked it.

"Arnav, may I know aap Kya karne ki koshish kar rahe hain?" (May I know what you are trying to do!"

She got little self conscious when he didn't answer, but instead kept on looking in her eyes without saying a word. Dangerous.

"I love when your heartbeat goes wild the moment I come close to you."

"Who said it is because of you?"

He let out a brief chuckle. "For whom else it could be?"

She pressed her lips together. And let out a throaty moan when without any warning he moved down to kiss her neck.

"Arnav, this is not the right time."

"There is no right or wrong time for this!" he said, in a husky tone.

"Arnav, please understand."

He bit her.

"Understand what?"

She grabbed her veil in her clenched fist.

"Arnav, please let me go."

"Shall I?"

He placed kiss along the neck like, slowly, deeply.

"Please..."

He trailed tongue at the same place be kissed, and then blew air on top of it. She knew she was going to loose every control on herself.

"Make yourself clear, Khushi," he told her.

"Arnav, please. Karan is waiting downstairs. You have to do workout too."

"Sorry, this is my workout."

She held his waist, and he moved back to look at her closed eyes, heavy breathing. He placed his arm against the wall.

"You are beautiful, Khushi," he muttered as softly he could.

She opened her eyes and was astonished to look into his eyes that every time had to say a new story except the love that was always there in his eyes. "But for me the most beautiful person is standing in front of my eyes."

"Khushi, why did you fall in love with me?" he asked. "What did you see in me despite knowing how I behaved with you?"

She knew why he was asking the same question again. "You are asking me this because you doubt that whatever is happening is hurting me?"

"I don't know, Khushi," he held her hand. "I don't know. Every time I look in your eyes, I see of our uncertain future. Khushi, why don't you leave me?"

Pain on her face turned into a anger with a clear distinction. "Have you gone insane?" she asked. "What do you mean, leave you?"

"Look, Khushi, please, don't be mad. I was just..."

"What you mean you were just? Arnav, if I had to leave I would had left you when you hated me. I didn't leave you then when you said you doubted me having affair with Rahul. Why now? Tell me to die, Arnav, not to leave you!"

"I am sorry, Khushi. I don't doubt that you love me. But I can't see you in pain."

"Really? Really you must have said so because you think I don't love you and it will be so easy for me to forget you."

He shook his head and cupped her face. "No, Khushi, it's not like that, even you know that."

"No, after this I think I don't know anything about you. Because I didn't know that you even will say that to me," she said, and pushed his hand away, and walked out of the room.

He hit his hand in the wall and ran after her. "Khushi, look I am sorry."

But she was in no mood to listen to him.

"Stupid me!" he said, and cursed himself.

Khushi wiped her tears and walked into the kitchen when her phone rang. She sniffed and cleared her voice when RM's phone flashed, she picked up the phone. "Hello!" Payal said.

"Hello, Payal bhabi."

"Good morning, Khushi. I hope I didn't disturb your sleep."

"No, bhabi. I was up for quite sometime now. In fact I was going to make a breakfast and also call you."

"Khushi, what happened? Why is your voice heavy? Are you sick?"

"I am fine, bhabi. Nothing to worry about."

"Oh!"

"Bhabi, how is everyone at home? Adhwaya? How is he?"

"He is perfectly fine, Khushi. Luckily he has been playing well with the family members and kids."

Khushi took a sigh of relief. "Bhabi, you don't know how much tension free you have made me. I was so tensed thinking what if he was missing me."

"You should be relieved, and don't worry. He is fine."

"What is he doing now?"

"Right now he is sleeping, Khushi. Last night, Adhi and Gavy too slept late as they were playing."

"And how is everyone else at home?"

"Everyone is fine, Khushi. You tell me how is Arnav?"

"Don't talk to me about him, bhabi."

"Are, what happen?"

"Nothing, bhabi, you know him. Arrogant."

Payal laughed. "Khushi, what did he do now?"

"Don't ask me. He is just...Arggh...I tell you...I don't want to talk about him..."

"Okay, baba. Don't. Tell me when you guys are coming?"

Khushi relaxed herself down. "I don't know, bhabi. Only your sweet brother-in-law, Mr. Raizada, knows when we are coming back. I seriously don't want to see his face at the moment."

"Khushi, calm down baba."

"I am sorry, bhabi, where I start talking about that arrogant brother-in-law of yours."

"Haha...It's always a treat to hear or see your sweet little cute fights...Khushi, okay I keep the phone. And I forgot to tell why I called."

"Why you called, bhabi?"

"Khushi, today we have to take Adhwaya to the hospital for the injection."

"Oh yes. I totally forgot about that. Thank you, bhabi."

"Mention not, Khushi. Text me where you have kept his medical form. Now I have to leave your bhaiya is calling me."

"Sure bhabi. Tonight we will Skype. I really want to see Adhwaya."

"And we want to see you guys too. Come back soon. Without you house seems to be empty."

"Pretty soon, bhabi. Bye."

"Bye, Khushi."

***

"Khushi, please listen me."

"No, I don't want to listen you."

"I am sorry, Khushi."

"Sorry, my foot. I am not talking to you."

"Okay, tell me what I have to do to gain your forgiveness."

"Just stay away from me for a while," she said.

"Oh god, Khushi, don't give me this punishment."

"Oh really, what about when you were asking me to leave you for forever?"

"Khushi, that just slipped out of my tongue. I didn't mean to say it."

"No, you meant it and you said it," she retorted.

"Khushi, take a deep breath and calm yourself."

"Arnav, go from here."

"Khushi, I am sorry."

"No, sorry, no forgiveness."

"Baba, galati ho gaye. Khushi, I have to leave to the police station and before that I have to see your happy face not angry."

She relaxed herself and looked at him. "Police station? Why?"

"Yes, for some work, but I will be back soon."

"Can I come back with you?"

"Khushi, you can't. But I will soon be back."

"Okay!"

"So it means you forgave me?"

"No!" she said and left.

He went after her. "Khushi, please."

"No."

He sighed and left as he was getting late.

It was five in the evening, and Khushi looked at her wrist watch. "Khushi, I will be back soon," she said, angrily. "Look at the time now. You see I am defiantly going to talk to you," she muttered and put the clothes, furiously in a bucket that she was done drying.

"What my beautiful wife is muttering?" he whispered in her ear. She got afraid but realising it was Arnav she calmed immediately.

"Hi, Khushi!" he said, when she turned around to face hin. She grinned fake. "Hi."

She purposely let go of the basket of clothes from her hand that landed on his feet.

"Aaahh, Khushi."

"What happen? It hurt?"

He nodded.

"Good!"

He held her by her arms. "Khushi, listen I have to talk to you!"

"Arnav ji, listen, I don't want to talk to you."

"Arnav ji?" he said, questiongly.

"Yes, I will call you Arnav ji."

"Khushi, this is not done."

"It's final."

"Khushi spit the anger."

She wiggled her lips side to side and headed out of the laundry room. "Khushi, listen, baba."

"Arnav," Karan said.

"Yes, Karan."

"Arnav, I have to talk to you. It's important."

Khushi stopped hearing this but in her room she heard her phone ringing. Arnav went to Karan and Khushi rushed in the opposite direction to pick her phone furiously in the room, knowing that it must be Payal's.

"Hello, Payal bhabi, I was waiting for your call," she said.

"Khushi," Payal cried.

Khushi's already furiously beating heartbeat, beat even faster hearing her scared tone. "B-bhabi, what happen?"

"Khushi, Adhwaya!"

"What happen to Adhwaya?" Khushi almost shouted.

"Adhwaya is abducted."

"No!" she shouted, horror.

"Khushi?" Arnav said in fear as he heard Khushi's scream. She cut the phone immediately and ran to Arnav. Arnav too ran towards her.

When he saw her in tears in a distance and rushing towards himself, he increased his pace. Khushi crashed in his arms. "Khushi, what happen?" Why are you crying?" he asked, and pulled away from a hug.

"Adhwaya, he is kidnapped."

Karan stopped in his track.

"Khushi, relax, nothing has happened to Adhwaya!"

"Arnav, Payal bhabi, called. She said our Adhwaya, he is abducted again."

Arnav held her by shoulders to keep her stand upright and cupped her face. "Arnav, our son. Please do something. They will hurt our son."

"Khushi, relax. Nothing will happen to Adhwaya. I am telling you."

"Please, Arnav, do everything and save him."

"Khushi!" he shouted, to get her to her senses, but she was scared to hell. Her heart beat was rapid and blood pressure high.

"Khushi, Adhwaya is not kidnapped. He is in a safe place."

"What?" she asked.

"Yes, he is not abducted. Since we are here and at home we can't trust anyone, me and Karan and had decided to send him to the safe place."

"Where...where is he?"

"Khushi, where ever he is, he is safe."

"Karan, please can you fetch a glass of water?" Arnav said, as he saw him behind him.

Karan nodded and went to grab water. Arnav took Khushi to the room. "Khushi, this was what I wanted to tell you, but you weren't listening."

"Arnav, you aren't saying this to make me feel good."

He shook his head and made her sit in the chair, but she hugged him. "I got so scared."

"Khushi, I have promised that nothing will happen to you, or our son, or anyone in our family," he said and caressed her hair.

"I...I want to see him."

"Khushi, right now, we can't but I promise we soon will, the moment we return home. Khushi, trust me, he is fine."

"I trust you," she said faintly.