Part 57 Concern

Khushi amazed seeing Arnav so emotional. Arnav noticed her painful expression and smiled.

"Wear my mother's bangles always." He requested her.

Khushi nodded OK. Arnav's phone beeped with a message tone. The message was from Aman. He checked it and a smirk decorated his handsome face.

Khushi was about to go from there, she stopped as Arnav called her.

"Khushi..."

She raised her eyebrows like "What?"

"How did NK get the wound on his lip?" he asked her as he didn't want to let her go from there.

Khushi's eyes popped out. She had not dreamed off that she could ever get such a question from Arnav. She made up herself not to get stuck.

"He... banged... on the bed, it seems." She stammered.

"I'm asking the real reason, not the one which NK had already given..." Arnav asked with a killer smirk.

Khushi was suffocating to handle him. She didn't know what to answer and how to escape from him.

"How... do I know?" she said looking at somewhere.

"I knew you know..."

"Oh... I... don't know..." she stammered again.

"Don't try to lie... Khushi, your facial expression says the real story."

Khushi gulped...

"I saw you spilling a naughty smile at Lavanya."

Khushi closed her eyes sighing. She tried to run away, but Arnav's extended hand blocked her from running.

"Is not NK a lucky guy to get such a wound from his wife?" He asked in a husky tone.

The tone made an eruption inside Khushi's stomach. Her body became heat in a blink of an eye. This is the first day of their marriage. If he started talking teasingly on the first day itself then what will he do in the upcoming days? The thought itself made Khushi dumbfounded. Arnav's next stances made her shiver.

"I don't mean I'm unlucky... what if I didn't get such wound today... will my days continue this way forever? No right?"

Khushi couldn't stand this side of Arnav. What he is hinting at here? Damn... he is not hinting... he is openly talking about something which didn't happen between them."

"I'm not hurrying but I will be waiting to get such a wound..."

Khushi kept her palm on his chest in an attempt of pushing him. As she had done the same before too, Arnav understood that what she is going to do next. He clutched her both the hands not to let her win. He didn't stop questioning her even though he didn't get the answers. So what if he didn't get answers? Is not it enough if the questions reached the right person? She might not answer him but she would definitely find the answers for her own self.

"Didn't Akash give you the lipstick?"

That's it... Would she trick him as she did with Akash and Aman? Why the hell he is throwing such questions directly?

"I know the lipstick is with you."

Khushi looked at him bomb shelled and about to deny, Arnav's words shut her mouth.

"Aman just called Preeto and she said the truth about the lipstick. Aman messaged me." He threw a teasing smile.

"It's you who gave it to me. You are teasing like as if I gave it to you...?" she asked grabbing some courage.

"Does it make difference? However, it's you who is going to apply it..."

"I won't apply it..." she said cutting him.

"Thank God... I don't like artificial colors ..." he smirked.

This is the heights of embarrassment. She didn't know how to get out of the room. That's when Anjali came for her help. She shouted from outside.

"Khushiji..."

Without even wasting a second, she responded.

"Jee, Anjaliji...."

Arnav got a step away from her and Anjali entered in.

"Khushiji... the guests will start coming... get ready for the Moo Dhikai function."

Khushi nodded ok.

"You and Lavanya can get ready together in my room."

Khushi again nodded ok hurriedly and gladly whereas Arnav smiled inwardly.

"One-minute Anjaliji..."

Khushi rushed to the bed to take the dress and came back with the same speed.

"Let's go Anjaliji..."

She was about to follow Anjali, Arnav clutched her hand from the behind.

"Do you think you can be in Di's room forever?"

He asked making a serious face, controlling his laugh.

"Don't forget you have to come back to our room."

Khushi shrugged his hand and rushed out not answering him. Arnav went to the living room where Aman is with Akash.

Raizadas who were in the living room saw a woman entering. A man also followed her with a portable x-ray machine. They understood that she is a doctor sent by Laya's mother Geetha. Akash headed towards the woman.

"I'm Dr. Rohini. Geetha madam sent me to check her daughter Laya."

"Yeah... she told us about your arrival. Please come with me." Akash searched for Payal.

As he didn't find her, he took the doctor to Laya's room. He saw Manorama sitting with Laya.

"Ma... The doctor is here to check Laya."

"I will take care of it. You can go."

Akash nodded yes and left the room.

The man brought the X-ray machine beside Laya's bed. The doctor helped Laya to keep her leg on the X-ray machine and then scanned her leg.

"You should start walking..." The doctor said while writing a prescription.

"But it will pain if I walk ..." Laya said with fake sadness.

"If you don't walk now you can never walk...mind it." The doctor warned.

Manorama was switching her gaze to Laya and the Doctor, observing their faces.

"People are taking care of me a lot...they don't even let me put my legs down," Laya complained indirectly.

"Don't worry they don't do it anymore."

The doctor turned towards Manorama and said,

"Don't stop her from walking. If she doesn't walk, the fractured bone will not set."

Manorama nodded ok and Laya sighed in relief inwardly.

"Your mother said that your marriage has been fixed. She wants you to go to the US soon as she decided to do the marriage within a month." The doctor said.

"Yes, Doctor. Mom called me yesterday..."

"It is my responsibility to send you to the US soon. But you have to follow my instructions without compromise." The Doctor said.

"Sure Doctor... I will follow all of your instructions." Laya agreed to it.

"Take care of her..." the doctor said, looking at Manorama.

"You don't worry Doctor. Just leave it on me. I will take care of her and send her to the US as much as possible." Manorama said looking at Laya who plastered a fake smile.

"You don't have to wait until you get completely cured. You can go to the US if you started walking a little better."

Laya fumed inwardly. Her mother should not have done this to her. Why she is doing this? What if she is a second wife? Why she is bothering about it when she is fine with it? Will she get a man like Arnav? Will Subhash be like Arnav? Of course, Subhash is not less than Arnav in wealth. But what about look? How handsome Arnav is? Laya sighed. How badly she wanted to live with him? How many times she had been imagined him to be with her? How many nights, she slept, hugging a pillow imagining it as Arnav. She couldn't even hug him once. But he is going to do that with Khushi... no-no... he would have done everything last night as that was their first night. She closed her fist, couldn't tolerate it.

In the meanwhile

Khushi had forgotten to take the jewelry set from her room. Anjali asked her to bring it before changing her dress. Khushi rushed to her room and sighed in relief not finding Arnav there. She opened her bag and removed a wooden jewelry box from her bag. Arpita gifted the wooden box to Khushi on her birthday. So, the box was so special to Khushi. Taking the box, she turned around. As she didn't expect, Arnav was standing so close to her who just came to the room to charge the mobile. She was shocked and jolted, seeing him. In that, the box which Khushi holding in her hands got hit on Arnav's forehead. Arnav hissed by the sudden pain, touching his forehead.

Khushi's breath ditched her, seeing him hissing in pain. Without thinking anything, she kept the box down and she rubbed his forehead, cupping his cheek with another hand.

"I'm sorry....Is it paining a lot?" She asked while rubbing his forehead.

PAIN? What does that mean? That was the state of Arnav. the pain fled away when she touched his forehead itself. The man who hissed a few seconds before went speechless now. Why not? He is experiencing a wonderful moment in his life... His wife is showing something called concern for him which she never showed before. Look at her face, how painful it is... more than Arnav, she got hurt, it seems. Arnav forgot the pain... forgot himself... forgot the surroundings... only thing was there in his mind... his wife's beautiful face which was holding a lot of concern for him.

Though she rubbed his forehead for a few seconds the touch of her soft velvety palm made him flat. Khushi who was busy healing him got stuck seeing his LOST state. His eyes looked soft yet deep. Her palm which was holding his cheek tightly started releasing. She took a step away from him slowly, looking down. Can't he extend this moment for few more minutes... Arnav supposed gulping. The close gesture of his wife made him feel something...

Taking the jewelry box, Khushi started moving towards the door. Arnav was looking at her yearningly like; can't she be with him...? Arnav didn't expect, she turned around and looked at him for a few seconds, standing at the doorstep. Does she have feelings for him as he has for her? Arnav thought like that for the first time, seeing her eyes. She went out taking the box not wanting to lose herself in his deep and penetrating gaze of her husband. Arnav lay on the bed closing his eyes. He just wants to get close to her. That's why he is creating chances to talk to her. He thought she is angry with him for marrying her forcefully. But neither she is showing any hatred for him nor gets angry with him. He couldn't come to the conclusion about what he found in her eyes a few minutes ago. he didn't' find something called anger in her eyes but something different. Does she want to tell him something? What could it be?

To be continued...

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The air around Arnav got stopped. Why not, if his wife looked like an angel? She looked damn pretty in her Moo dhikai outfit. Aman flicked his fingers, near his ear. Arnav rolled his eyes high and looked at him raising his left eyebrow.

"Is not Mr. ASR looking gorgeous?" Aman questioned brilliantly.

If Aman would not have mentioned her "Mrs. ASR", Arnav had not liked Aman's prizing words for Khushi. The title which Aman highlighted enlightened Arnav. He smiled.