Part 54 CD...

Simran stood, looking at Vijay Singh loathly who didn't even care about it. He fetched his dhoti from the bed and draped it around his waist.

"What are you looking at? Do you think I can do NOTHING at this age? You were not in your sense last night. You would have known my capability if you had been in your sense. Don't worry... tonight we will have a DAMAKIDHAR night. What say?" he laughed mockingly.

"Chi... don't you have shame to talk to a girl who is your granddaughter's age? Even my Dad would be younger than you. you bloody old idiot" she shrieked.

"I would have gotten married to Khushi if you had not poked your nose in my path. You spoilt it..."

Cutting him,

"I helped your son to bring Khushi here. Why the hell yours and your son's bullheads are not understanding that?"

"Really? Did you help Ajju (Ajay Singh) to bring Khushi here?"

"How many times do you want me to repeat it?"

"Then Ajju had made a good decision of getting you married to me"

"Whaaaat? Have you gone mad? Yes... the nuts of your brain should be loosened. I said I helped him to bring Khushi"

"A few minutes ago, you shouted at me for marrying you. Now, are you fine with I'm getting married to Khushi? she is also the same age girl as yours... maybe, she would be younger than you... You don't care if I marry her... but you will shout at me for marrying you? Is not it unfair?"

"As per her horoscope, you will live long if you marry her... so, you wanted to marry her. then why the hell did you marry me?"

"Ajju's mum died a long ago... I didn't even enjoy my life properly as I was busy becoming a financier. I would like to enjoy my life at least now. I should mention, that you are looking dashing. You don't have to worry about your future. I will give an heir before leaving this world. You can spend your remaining life with our children... what say?"

"Shut up... you, old buffalo... don't you dare come close to me. I will kill you for sure"

"Really?"

Vijay Singh walked toward her. She was baffled seeing his steady steps. He didn't look like an eighty years old man. Simran became wrathful seeing him coming to her. She got ready. When he came to a hand distance to her, she kicked him gathering her full strength. Vijay Singh, who didn't expect the attack, stumbled and moved back. He fell down and he got hit on his head with the leg of the bed with a loud scream.

Simran heard a few footsteps nearing the room. She hid behind the door and waited.

Ajay Singh rushed inside with a few men, opening the door. they saw Vijay Singh rolling on the floor moaning in pain. Blood was oozing from his head. Simran slowly sneaked from the room.

"Babuji... what happened? How did you fall down?" Ajay Singh asked, lifting him up.

"She kicked me off..." Vijay Singh groaned.

Ajay Singh looked for Simran but she was not in the room.

"Where is she? She should not slip from our clutch" he thundered.

A few men ran out of the room searching for her. Vijay Singh went unconscious due to blood loss. He was taken to the hospital.

The men who went searching for Simran saw her sneaking from pillar to pillar, looking here and there.

"There she is..." a man shouted, raising his finger toward Simran.

They rushed to her. Simran looked for something to attack them. She saw a log lying on the floor. Before she took it, one of the men kicked it away. Two more men clutched her hands from either side. They pushed her into a room and locked it from the outside.

RM

Shyam and Anjali were ready to go to France. Usually, Arnav never liked to go to the airport to send anyone off or receive anyone. But his theory didn't work with Khushi. She was adamant to send Shyam and Anjali off, going to the airport and Arnav could not escape giving excuses. Without any choice left, Arnav got ready to go to the Airport.

"Amma, you too come with us" Khushi called Ratna.

"Your husband is coming with you, that's the eighth wonder... Go and enjoy the ride with your husband" She said.

"Haan, Khushi, this is the first time in our life history, Chotte is coming to the Airport to send off someone," Anjali said.

"Ok... enough of exaggeration... let's go... or else, you will be late," Arnav said.

They bid bye to Ratna and left. As usual, Arnav occupied the driver seat and Khushi took place in the back seat with Anjali, giving the front seat to Shyam. That was unexpected to Arnav.

"Khushi, it's better you sit with Sale Sahib," Shyam said, seeing Arnav's changed facial expression.

"No problem, Bhai. Don't know when will you come back. You may have something to discuss with Arnavji"

Shyam and Arnav spared a glance.

"I will submit the report every weekend. I will call you if I have any doubt regarding the project" Shyam said.

"We will always be in touch during the project," Arnav said.

Shyam nodded ok. After that, they stayed completely silent. It was Khushi and Anjali who talked about many things. They reached the Airport and waited for the announcement. Khushi stood hesitating. Shyam saw her and understood that she wanted to say something.

"Khushi, tell me what do you want to say?" Shyam asked.

"Oh... nothing, Bhai" she fiddled with her shawl.

"You don't have to think about Simran. She is not what we thought. She has an unimaginable contact. She knew how to save herself. So, just ignore her and enjoy your life with Sale sahib"

"Thank God, you say so... this girl is thinking that everything had happened because of her. She is killing me with her guilty for no reason." Arnav said.

"No, Khushi, don't think like that. You can't be the reason for anything that happened to us because you did nothing but minded your own business. It was Simran who should be blamed. If she would have been minded her own business as you did, we had not have faced any terrible phase in our life... How many problems...! How many problems she had created...! From the day she entered RM, everyone faced many problems only because of her. So, don't worry about anything because she is not related to US now. She is on the criminal list. Thinking about her is not our concern. Just leave it"

He turned toward Arnav.

"I'm sorry, Arnav. Because of her, you have faced many problems. RM lost its peace. Uncle and aunty got separated... I'm really sorry"

"You too don't think in the way they are... Mom got to know her strength... Dad understood that Mom can do something beyond his imagination and he understood his real value... more than that, I and Khushi got married... your love story also had its happy ending..."

"Those happened only after we withstand the storm, Arnav. Don't try to make me feel good" Shyam sighed.

Hearing the announcement, Shyam took leave from Arnav, giving a warm hug whereas Anjali hugged Khushi and Arnav together.

"Take care of Shyam and yourself, Di" Arnav said. Anjali nodded ok.

Shyam and Anjali walked in. Arnav and Khushi waited until they went away from their eyes.

"Let's go"

"Wait Arnavji... what so urgent?"

"Are you going to wave your hand to the flying flight? Khushi, they left... just come" he started, walking toward the exit, pulling her with him.

Khushi followed him, pouting.

RM

When they came back to RM, Ratna was watching their wedding video. Khushi rushed to her cheerfully and sat with Ratna.

"Amma, why didn't you wait for us?"

"Just now it started"

Arnav came behind them and stood, pressing his hands on the couch. Ratna extended the samosa plate to Khushi. She took one from the plate. Ratna didn't give it to Arnav because she knew Arnav won't like to eat samosa.

In the video, Arnav entered the stage in a wheelchair.

"Hero entry..." Ratna laughed.

Khushi chuckled, looking at Arnav, lifting her head. He lifted her hand and took a bite from the samosa that was in her hand.

The camera turned to the public's side.

"She is my school friend... lives in Indira Nagar" Ratna said pointing at a woman on the screen.

"Oh..."

"He is Chotte's classmate, Vimal"

"Mmm..."

Khushi shrank her eyes.

"Amma... give me the remote..." Khushi extended her hand.

Ratna passed the remote to Khushi. Khushi rewind it and played the video. She paused the video when a particular man was shown on the screen.

"What happened, Khushi? Do you know him?" Ratna asked.

"He seems a known person to me... I had seen him somewhere else..." Khushi tried to remember the man.

"This is not done Khushi, you were so eager to watch my stylish entry... but now you are looking at some other man..." Arnav teased.

Without giving heed to his tease, Khushi looked at the video seriously, sharpening her eyes. Arnav came and sat next to her. Khushi widened her eyes.

"Who is that, Khushi?"

"Aj... Ajay Singh..." Khushi stammered.

Arnav looked at the screen and got stuck as he too identified Ajay Singh. Arnav could not believe Ajay Singh attended his wedding.

To be continued...