Part 36 Khushi is Khushali

Shashi was restlessly thinking about how to move his cards that would lead Arnav Singh Raizada to his daughter. What if he went to him and told him the truth? No... it would not be right because his father wanted this marriage to happen. The girl who he brought to Arnav might be his friend's daughter. So, if he appeared before them and told them the truth, he might get angry with Khushi. He might torture her after their wedding, but it would not happen. So he removed the idea of meeting Arnav in person from his mind.

What if he called Arnav and told him about Khushi? Yes, that would be a better idea. He didn't have to answer anyone if he called Arnav and told him everything hiding his identity. If he called Arnav through his phone, then Arnav would definitely find him out. Talking to him on his office number would be fine. Shashi decided to do it without anyone's knowledge as if it just happened on its own.

On the other side, Arnav was getting ready to get the truth from Khushi. At the same time, he didn't want to hurt her for anything because this was a sensitive matter. They were already opposite poles. His single mistake might distance Khushi from him. He didn't want his action to create any conflict in her mind. So he decided to handle the issue carefully.Today Khushi was going to take charge as his PA. Arnav came to A2 with expectations and curiosity.

Khushi was riding her two-wheeler with Cloudy Mind. Dammit... she never felt so helpless like this. She felt ashamed of herself for being so weak. But what could she do after knowing how pure her husband's love for her? He was rude... he was arrogant... she had met many men in her life. Each one of them tried to coax her in some way. Arnav was the only man who didn't give heed to her but she did not know, he was rude not only to her but to every girl he met because there was no space for anyone in his heart except his wife. Being his wife how could she ignore his sweet gesture?

A2

Arnav was waiting for Khushi in his cabin looking at the entrance of A2. She entered. He smirked seeing her giving a sidelong glance at him. She looked indeed cute. Let her come to his cabin.

Keeping her bag in her cabin, Khushi came out. She should go to Arnav's cabin now. Making up herself, she headed to his cabin. She knocked on his cabin door which brought a smile to Arnav's face because he knew who was there.

"Come in..." he said with a hustle voice.

Khushi got in.

"Good morning, SIR," she said.

Arnav leaned on his seat smiling at her.

"You disappointed me, Khushi... I expected you to call me ARVANJI dearly" he said teasingly.

Khushi got stuck by his cheesy talk.

"I didn't call you dearly but with respect..." She said looking at the table in front of him.

"You might becalled me with respect but I felt a dear gesture in it. By the way, what happened to your respect now? Did your respect fly away in the air?"

"I don't think SIR is a disrespectful word" She argued but softly.

"Everyonerespected me by calling me sir but no one called me ARVANJI dearly as you did"

"I told you your love for your wife made me call so"

"I still love my wife so deeply... then why do you stop calling me like that?"

Khushi was silent.

"By the way why did you call me ARVANJI?"

Khushi looked at him weirdly. Understanding her look,

"Yeah, you told me you respected me... But why do I think you have some hidden reason for your sudden change?" he smirked.

Khushi averted her guess somewhere.

"See, your averted gaze makes me believe I am right"

"I don't have any hidden reason"

"Okay, I agree you respect me because I saw a huge difference in your gesture. Don't I know how talkative you are? But now, you avoid looking at me... talk less, look bewildered, etc., etc..."

Khushi cursed herself for being catchy.

"Okay, I would like to get more respect from you... from the girl who named me arrogant... haughty-headed... Komodo dragon... etc., etc.,"

Khushi looked at him like how would you get my respect?

"No one knows my love story... because I didn't want to leak it. I was so cautious about it yet, some Hilma, Gulma came to RM claiming me as her husband..." he sighed.

Khushi looked at him silently.

"But, you got to know my full love story. You were there when they arrived at RM. So, there is no harm if I tell you about my love and my wife... and I know you won't leak this matter"

Khushi gulped hard. Was he going to tell her about HER? She gazed at him.

"You know what. She was so small when we got married. She was just seven and I was fourteen. She was so cute and so sweet.She loved me so much just like I loved her. Her father was admitted to ICU getting a heart attack. She was sitting outside all crying. When we entered the hospital, she rushed to us and hugged me leaving everyone behind. I was always special to her. She talks a lot... asks many questions. That day also she asked me many questions. I felt bad for her when she cried for her sick father. That was his second attack. The doctor said he would not last if he got a third one. So, my father decided to get me married to her to give peace to her father's heart. I still remember, my mother warned my father, 'They are kids... their interest may change in the future' But my father didn't accept it. He said, 'How will they change if they stay together? We will take care of them.' My father asked me if I was ready to marry her. I readily agreed to it and said, I like her very much and I will be with her' My mother thought our minds would change in the future because our interests might change. As we didn't expect, she went missing after our wedding. She is not with me... yet, my mind didn't change. I'm still thinking of her. I don't know what she would be looking like. I don't know where is she... yet, she is in my heart"

Khushi gulped down hard. Her throat choked.

"She wanted to wear the STAR Mangal Sutra as she likes stars. My mother didn't want to disappoint her for even a simple thing. So, she ordered a Mangal sutra with a STAR design. She looked so cute with the Mangal Sutra. Wait..."

Removing his purse, he showed the photo in which little KHUSHI was in the wedding attire with HIM. There was a start mangal sutra on her neck. Khushi faced a tough time controlling her eyes from tearing up. Arnav was keenly watching her. He was fed up because he thought she would say, 'IT'S ME' but she didn't. He was confused. Why didn't she say so? Didn't her father react in the way he expected? Then why didn't Khushi say anything seeing her photo? Could not she identify it was SHE? Didn't her parents capture her photos for the next few years after they got her? Why the hell this girl was not letting him conclude anything? He thought Khushi would kill the issue right away after seeing her photo but she didn't. He was fed up.

That was when the landline phone rang.

"You may go..." he said, taking the receiver.

Khushi left the place hurriedly and went to her cabin.

Arnav attended the call with disinterest as he was upset like hell about Khushi's reaction to the photo.

"Hello,"

"Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada?"

"Yeah..."

"You are getting cheated"

"Whaaaat?" Arnav frowned.

"The girl whom you are thinking of as Khushali is not Khushali"

Arnav straightened himself.

"What do you mean?"

"She is cheating you..."

"How do you know?"

"I know..."

"Then who is real Khushali?"

"You knew her very well... she is very close to you"

"Whom are you talking about?"

"Khushi"

"Whaaat?" Arnav stood up from the seat.

"Yes... Khushi is none other than Khushali"

Arnav was alert.

"How can I trust you?"

"You don't have to trust me. you can get proof if you visit Khushi's house once"

"What do you mean?"

"You will understand what I mean if you go to her house. Then you will trust my words. Don't get cheated. Be alert" The call got disconnected, leaving stunning Arnav.

To be continued...