Part 11 Explosion

Arvind bowed down could not bear the heat of Arnav's gaze. He suffocated like hell when Arnav walked toward him. Simran noticed that Arnav was still holding Khushi's hand and he was dragging her with him. He stood looking at Arvind, controlling his anger.

"Is she a servant?" Arnav asked Arvind with a daggered gaze.

Arvind bowed down.

"From when did you start making decisions on your own, Dad?" his words sparkled with fire.

Arvind raised his head towards Arnav's face.

"What happened to you all of a sudden that made you do something that makes me (he stressed) mad?"

He hinted that he was mad and Arvind was the reason.

"I just afford her a job, Chotte..." he faltered.

"She is my responsibility... Who are you deciding on her matter? How could you decide it without my consent?"

"Don't I have the right to make decisions?"

"Noooo... Certainly not... because your decision always sucks like this..."

"Chotte, you are insulting me in front of the guests. How do they respect me?" Arvind said disappointedly.

"You have lost YOUR FAMILY'S respect a long ago, Dad. Have you ever regretted that? I would have respected you if you had behaved respectfully"

Making herself braver, Simran answered.

"Arnav, uncle just wants to make her happy and..." Simran shut her mouth as Arnav throws a glare at her.

"Stay out of this... This is none of your business... Stop poking your nose in my matters." He said tightening his jaws.

Khushi was taken back seeing his anger with Simran.

"Chotte, she is our guest. You can't insult her"

"Khushi is my guest... Where was your sense when you appointed her as a servant? Do you think you honored her by doing that?" Arnav exclaimed.

"Arnav, uncle will do anything for your betterment only..." Simran again got in.

"I said the stay of my family matter..." Arnav sneered.

"Chotte..."

"You have not answered my questions yet, dad..."

"She prepared a good coffee. So, I afford her a job. I didn't think it's wrong"

Before Arnav asked him anything,

"Wait... Did Khushi prepare coffee?" Ratna asked.

"Haan..."

"Why did you ask her to prepare coffee? I just gave you one before going to the temple..."

"oh... Simran wanted coffee. As Hariprakash was not at home, she asked Khushi to prepare one"

All of them looked art Simran loathly.

"Hann... She prepared coffee well. That's why uncle wanted to appoint her as..." She stopped without completing the word servant.

"Oh... This is why you insisted Khushi not to be easy with us?" Ratna asked Simran shrinking her eyes.

All of them looked at Ratna shockingly, including Arvind.

"What are you saying, mom?" Anjali asked.

"She is the one who insisted Khushi sleep in the kitchen," Ratna said looking at Simran.

"You are mistaken, aunty..."

Cutting her,

"I was there when you insisted Khushi be adamant in her decision," Ratna said.

More than everyone, Arvind was shocked. Did Simran ask Khushi to sleep in the kitchen? Why this girl was complicating things more?

Arvind would have been shocked more if he had known that Ratna intentionally brought the issue in front of everyone, instead of killing the issue privately.

"What do you think, Simran, you can make my husband dance, just like your father does?" Ratna asked.

Arvind looked at her shockingly and threw a dissatisfied expression at him. Simran feared to even look at Arnav.

"Chotte, she did that for Khushi's good future" Arvind blurt out.

"Who the hell is she to do that? This is what cooking hear? Yeah, I should have understood the possibilities before itself. Are not you usually following your friend's decision? This must also be his decision because you are not capable to do such things" Arnav asked with a sharp gaze.

Arvind stood incapable to answer.

"Answer me, Dad..." He shouted making everyone jerk.

"Chotte, we will talk later"

"Why? Why do you want to talk to me? You didn't need me when you made a decision... Then why now?"

Arnav looked at Simran. She clutched her nightgown fearfully.

"This is why you come here? Don't you and your father know the meaning of decency? This is why your father sent you here? Why did you do this? Why do you want to create a rift between me and my father? Why do you create problems in our family? What is your intention? Speak up, damn it..." Arnav questioned her while walking toward her and Simran moved back nervously.

"Chotte, please calm down..." Arvind stopped him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Khushi's father died in the process of saving YOUR SON'S life. Are not you ought to be grateful to her? Instead of celebrating her, you are making her a servant. What a man you are, Dad? Do you prefer your friend over your family? There is no respect for us? Won't you regret your previous mistakes ever? Will you do it again and again?" Arnav emitted fire on him.

"Chotte, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you..."

Cutting him,

"You just did... You hurt me brutally..."

"Please listen to me"

"I will listen to you only if you send your friend's daughter from RM. I don't want to see this girl's face anymore. Send her back, otherwise, this is the last time, I'm talking to you"

"Chotte..."

"That's final..."

Simran felt humiliated. That was heights of insulation. Arnav asked her to leave RM. He didn't even want to SEE her face.

Arnav turned towards Khushi. She gulped down hard as something beyond the limit happened there, that was surely unexpected.

To their surprise, Arnav spoke to her in a soft tone.

"Khushi, it's me who brought you here. You are my responsibility. You know what your father asked me. If you truly respect your father, don't give an ear to anyone other than me. Don't hide anything when someone wants you to make a decision. Understand?"

She nodded yes.

"Promise me..." he extended his hand towards her.

Ratna and Anjali spared a glance getting amazed. Khushi kept her palm over his. Clutching her hand, he said,

"Thanks..."

"I think, she wants a job, Anju," Ratna said.

Arnav listened to it.

"I will arrange a REPUTED job for you. Not as a servant. You are not a servant; you could not be a servant until I'm alive"

Not only Khushi but also everybody was stunned. What did that mean? Only Arnav could answer.

"Do you trust me?" He questioned.

"Whom other than you could I trust, Arnavji?" Khushi said without hesitation.

"Fine... Don't be confused and don't get confused. People will try to confuse you. Just ignore them" he said looking at Arvind.

Arvind and Simran suffocated like hell.

Ratna and Anjali were looking at Arnav awestruck. They didn't know their Chotte could talk so kindly whereas Simran was feeling like crying. She could not tolerate this.

"Will you be with Di in her room?"

Khushi nodded yes.

"If I see you sleeping somewhere else other than Di's room, then don't blame me. I will take you to my room and keep you in front of my eyes," Arnav said strictly yet softly.

Ratna raised her brows, Anjali bit her lip, Arvind observed Simran's shocking facial expression, and Khushi was horrified. They didn't know whether he was talking with sense.

Arnav walked pulling Khushi with him while throwing a loath-filled look at Simran who was standing outrageous.

To be continued...