Part 49 Lips' mark

Manorama saw Laya sitting on the bed, hanging her legs. Manorama rushed to her and kept her legs on the bed. Laya jerked at her action.

"Don't put your legs down. It's not good for the fractured bone."

"That's ok aunty." She smiled awkwardly.

"No no... your mom wants us to take care of you. How can we fail her trust? You should not put a step-down. Remember ."

Laya saw a few workers came inside. They lifted her bed and Laya shouted in fear.

"Don't be scared...." Manorama said.

They kept the bed little aside, making space. Laya couldn't understand what's happening. The workers went out and came up with a single cot. They kept it beside her bed.

"What's happening Aunty? What is this bed for?"

"For me..."

"You?" She asked shockingly.

"Haan..."

"Are you going to stay with me?"

"Of course yes..."

"But, I'm used to be alone. I need privacy." She said pleadingly.

"No way... how could I leave you alone? What if you want anything?"

"I will call you."

"No need. Your mother's happiness is important to us. Lay down..." Manorama ordered.

Laya lay down, scolding Manorama inwardly.

Keeping two pillows under her leg, Manorama made her comfortable. What she did next is what highlights there. She captured a selfie, sitting beside Laya and sent it to her mother, with a caption,

"I will be with Laya 24*7. She is my responsibility. Be tension free."

"Mark my words, how heartily Geethaji is going to thank me."

Laya fumed. It seems Manorama is not going to let her do what she wants. She was hell irritated, seeing Manorama sat on her bed with her legs crossed.

AR

Khushi was checking the file which is going to be submitted to Arnav. She got a doubt about that. So she rushed to Aman's cabin. He was on call.

"Yes ASR... it will be ready by tomorrow."

"It must be like how I want."

"Yeah... it will be like exactly what you said."

"Yeah...no compromise."

"Of course ASR."

"One more thing, Khushi should not know about it."

Aman chuckled, looking at Khushi. ASR wants to surprise Khushi it seems, he thought.

"Sure ASR."

He disconnected the call, smilingly which made Khushi curious. In fact, Aman intentionally smiled to make her curious.

"Yes, Khushi."

"I have a doubt in this file. Our upcoming show is going to promote summer collections. These designs don't suit their theme."

"Oh... these must be mistakenly added in this file. Just remove it."

"Ok... (she paused) then?"

"Then?"

"What were you talking about?"

"When?"

"On-call... when I came..."

"Sorry, poor I am not allowed to open my mouth."

Khushi's facial expression changed. She was about to leave,

"You may get to know that soon madam."

Khushi glared at him and Aman chuckled.

"You will get to know that on your wedding day."

Khushi got alerted. She understood that it must be something about her or her marriage. She left his cabin recalling his talks.

{"Yes ASR... it will be ready by tomorrow."

"Yeah... it will be like exactly what you said."}

What it could be? She walked towards her cabin thinking about it. In that, she didn't notice Arnav coming and banged on him. She lost her balance and no need to say Arnav held her waist securely. Her lips touched his chest and her pink color lip-gloss made a print on his white shirt, bellow the collar.

Khushi looked at his face and lost for a second who was also looking lost. Khushi got detached from him.

"I'm sorry... I didn't see you coming... I..." she said looking down.

"It's ok..." He said smirking.

Khushi left the place hurriedly whereas Arnav went to Aman's cabin smilingly. Aman's eyes fell on his chest firstly.

"ASR...What's this?" He pointed out his chest.

Arnav looked down at his chest frowning and a cute smile crawled on his lips. Aman amazed seeing that. He thought to pull his leg.

"ASR... From whom did you get it? What if Khushi sees that?"

Arnav rolled his eyes.

"Go and tell her."

"Are you sure?"

"Yup."

"That' means are those lips Khushi's?"

"What do you think?"

"When did it happen? Just now she left my cabin...?"

"It's not a good manner to ask about someone's personal matters." He said with attitude.

"Ohh..."

"You said you want to give me something... what's that?"

Aman removed Khushi's photo from the table drawer and extended it to Arnav. Arnav snatched it and looked at the photo awestruck, the same photo which he admired at Khushi's room.

"How did you get it?"

"I brought it from Khushi's room... only for you"

Arnav thought something,

"Give it back to Khushi. She may search of it."

"I took it in front of her only buddy."

"Didn't she stop you?"

"She tried... but I rushed out...Or she might have stopped chasing me as I said this is for you."

"Did she know you brought it for me?"

"Of course... what I'm going to do with her photo?" Aman laughed.

Arnav left his cabin, glaring at Aman.

"ASR... KISS PROOF lipsticks are available in the market..." He said suppressing his laugh.

Arnav stood closing the door of Aman's cabin. Hearing that, Arnav felt something in his stomach... KISS PROOF? What does it mean? He had an imagination of kissing Khushi. He closed his eyes and clenched his hand into fist. He almost had forgotten where he is standing. He only got conscious back when he heard someone wishing him "Good morning, sir." He went back to his cabin and sat on the chair, leaning on it.

Aman rushed to Khushi's cabin to know whether she knew about the lip-gloss mark or not. Khushi kept the file on the table as she finished checking it. It has to be submitted to Arnav. She raised her head as well as her eyebrows, seeing Aman.

"Same color..." Aman said looking at her lips.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, sulking her face.

"Lip-gloss color..."

"Why?"

"I have seen a lips mark on ASR's shirt."

Khushi became embarrassed. She understood how Arnav had that mark.

"I banged on him...." she said nervously.

Aman chuckled inwardly. So, this is how ASR got the mark?

"That's all?" he asked with disappointment to tease her.

Khushi glared at him.

"I thought something interesting..." Aman grinned.

Khushi took a paper weight and gestured like hitting on him. Aman ran from there laughingly.

Khushi sat on the chair. She bit her lip. Does Arnav really have the mark on his shirt or Aman is pulling her leg? Her eyes fell on the file. Taking it, she went to his cabin. Though the door was already open she raised her hand to knock on it. Her hand got stuck on air, seeing Arnav caressing the lips mark on his shirt, smilingly. She felt like Arnav was caressing her own lips. Taking back steps, she rushed to her cubicle not having the guts to enter his cabin.

Khushi gulped, recalling the scene. Her thin lips became thinner as those extended with a smile. She jerked as her mobile rang. The call was from Anjali.

"Jee, Anjaliji..."she said.

"Khushiji, the beautician will be at your house at 6:30 pm to apply mehandi. Is that fine with you?"

"Jee, Anjaliji... that's fine."

"Khushiji..."

"Tell me Anjaliji..."

"Will you draw Chotte's name?" She asked hesitatingly.

Khushi got struck. She knew why Anjlai is asking this kind of question. How does Anjali know that She also has feelings for him?

"Jee..."

"I have seen a fabulous design... shall I send it to you?" Anjali asked curiously.

"Jee..."

"Thank you Khushiji..."

Anjali disconnected the call happily. Actually, it was Anjali's own design. She designed it especially for Khushi...the design with Arnav's name.

Anjali searched for Manorama as she didn't know she shifted to Laya's room.

"Payalji, where is Mamiji? She likes mehandi a lot."

"She is in Laya's room..."

"Laya's room?"

"Haan di, She decided to take care of Laya." Anjali frowned and headed to Laya's room to know what's happening.

She saw Laya lying on the bed. Manorama was not seen there.

"Where is mami?"

"She is in the washroom," Laya said.

"Oh..."

"Anjali di, please take her back from here. She is not letting me to do anything... please..."

Anjali saw Manorama coming from the washroom.

"Anjali bitiya... what are you doing here?"

"Mami... I came to call you to apply mehandi."

"Send the beautician here. I can't leave Laya beta alone. Poor she, what will she do if she needs something. And Geethaji had given a responsibility of taking care of her. I can't leave her."

Anjali wanted to laugh out louder as she understood Mami's trick.

"Thank God... you lessened my worry, Mami. I will send the beautician here."

She looked at Laya whose face drained.

"Laya, Mami is doing this for your betterment only. Don't feel bad."

Anjali left the room smilingly. Laya wanted to bang her head on the wall.

To be continued...