Khushi wore a red open-back dress, reaching her thighs. Though the front neck was high, but there was a heart designed just below it, giving a teasing glance of her cleavage.

She had tied her hair in a bun, paired with diamond earrings and red heels. She looked at the Mangalsutra that she had started wearing since Arnav's life was being in danger.

"Khushiji, you might not believe in such traditional things but I request you to wear it, for Chhote's safety." His Di had pleaded her.

'This is just a thread for me. So no problem in putting it in my neck.' Khushi had thought.

._._._.

Arnav was ready in dark black suit, paired with light blue shirt and Hudson formal shoes. He was sitting outside since half an hour, scrolling her phone, as Khushi was not ready yet.

"If you don't come out in 5 minutes, I am going alone!" He shouted, tired of waiting.

Just then the bedroom door opened to reveal his wife and his eyes denied to move.

'How am I going to win, if she keeps looking so ravishingly beautiful!' He thought standing up.

He was not ignorant of her beauty in spite of their indifferences. Her brown eyes with a greenish flicker, that small nose and those soft full lips on her creamy-white complexion - enough to drive any sane man crazy.

He looked at her Mangalsutra, feeling proud subconsciously.

'Mine.'

"I thought we were getting late!" She commented seeing him lost somewhere.

She was also stumped, looking at her handsome husband. 'Should I change my dress into something good? He is looking outrageously hot!'

Her mind was analysing her chances to win, checking out his tight suit which was giving an idea of his stout muscles and toned body.

'Don't worry Khushi! Just be confident. You will give a wrong message if you changed the dress now.' She tried to hide her nervousness.

Arnav beckoned her to come forward, not trusting his voice. But the moment she walked ahead, his eyes went wide seeing just two straps on her wide span of back.

"What the....!"

Khushi turned on his exclamation, as he was looking her in disbelief.

"It's our reception party! Not some strip show, that you are wearing such a revealing dress!" His mind was gone in jealous mode. 'Men will stare!'

"Did you forget we run a fashion empire! This is nothing as compared to those models!" She wouldn't change it at any cost, "Are you afraid already?" She teased him.

"Just shut your mouth and change it now!" He was offended on her skin show.

"If you are going to behave like a male chauvinist, then I am going alone!" She won't take his command like an obedient wife. Leaving him shocked on her words, she moved out.

'She will surely call for a trouble!' Having no other option he went behind her. 'Can't she listen to me once!'

._._._.

Lavanya applied a tiny stroke of sindoor. She was wearing a purple evening gown with a side slit.

'It doesn't look modest.' She again thought about it. 'Why Gauriji has to choose such a revealing dress for me!'

"Lavanya, your husband works in fashion world. You should match his status!" Gauri had told her.

Aman who had taken a shower just half an hour ago was suddenly feeling all sweaty, seeing his wife. He averted eyes to not get caught staring.

"I am ready, Amanji!" Lavanya said in low voice, leaving the room for her husband, who was considering whether to take another shower.

._._._.

Party had started when Arnav and Khushi arrived. All top models were present there, along with the office staff and some close friends.

"Congratulations ASR!" The models were wishing him, coming rather too close to him. Although he had lost all interest in that challenge, he didn't ignore the angry face of Khushi.

'Hmfh, ASR-Attention Seeker Raizada!'

She glared at those women. 'I will deal with them in office tomorrow.'

._._._.

Lavanya saw Arnav and Khushi with their hands entangled. 'At least somebody is looking content together.' She was happy for them.

She was looking for Sheetal. There were some colleagues of Aman talking him, but none of them were Sheetal as she had enquired.

"Aman, want a dance?" Deepali asked him. He hesitated as Lavanya was beside him. "If your wife doesn't have any objection!" Deepali added.

Getting an approving nod from Lavanya, they moved towards the dance floor.

She had planned to make Aman jealous, but here situation was opposite, even without Sheetal.

._._._.

"KKG is irresistible today!"

Arnav heard some men discussing his wife.

"Right Neil! That ASR is lucky bastard!"

Arnav's blood was boiling now.

"Their is nothing like luck, Sikandar! Even you can enjoy the treat if you use your brains!"

It was too much for Arnav now, he put the glass back and was turning towards those jerks to break their faces.

But suddenly he saw Lavanya crying in a corner. 'What happened to her!' He would tackle with them later.

._._._.

Khushi downed third glass of wine, with tension erupting in her mind. She was keeping count of people, who had complimented her and Arnav.

'My score is just 74 while his is 96!'

She was feeling like old days when he would get more marks and show off before her Papa and irritate her. It used to be an unannounced competition.

'He will tease me if it keeps going on.'

As she was about to order another drink, Neil approached her, asking her for a dance. She roamed her eyes to find his husband already on stage with Lavanya.

'He didn't spare even Lavanya!'

._._._.

When Arnav had approached Lavanya, she had sobered up. Not troubling her more with questions, he brought her to dance floor where Aman was also present.

They started talking general things like her job and his injury.

"Arnavji, isn't Sheetal invited?" She asked after a lot of hesitation.

"Sheetal Khanna?" Arnav was confused.

"Haan. The model who and...Amanji." She tried to explain him, not going into details.

"We had removed her some two months ago." Arnav cleared it, sensing her direction of thoughts. "She was cheating Aman. It is over between them."

Lavanya got shocked hearing it. But her change of expressions were not observed by Arnav who was busy watching his tipsy wife with that scoundrel Neil.

._._._.

"I am still surprised, why you married ASR, when you could get any man who would have worshipped you!" Neil said, touching her smooth back. She was losing her senses after that spiked drink, he had given her.

"I don't want any other man! I want only that Raizada to worship me!" She was trying to resist his touch but her mind was somewhere else.

"I know how to make him do that!" Neil twirled her once and backhugged her, nuzzling her.

Khushi saw Arnav talking to Lavanya, which made her adrenaline go high.

"Tell me!" She asked.

._._._.

When Lavanya excused abruptly, Arnav didn't probe much. As he had seen Neil and Khushi going towards the second floor of the hotel, away from the party.

'The asshole really thought that he would mess up with ASR's woman and no one will come to know!'

._._._.

So what will happen after party.😁
Don't guess it already 😏,
Hehe,I am Joking 😝
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As Rsumaya asked for picture of Lavanya's dress so here it is😉