69 Last Part

Khushi became a part of the Mrs. India contest. Arnav arranged a trainer for Khushi because Arnav didn't want Khushi to be taunted by anyone. Didn't he know the fashion world? People would not hesitate to hinder the growth of others to grow themselves. He wanted Khushi to be a qualified woman for the contest. Being a quick learner, Khushi picked up everything easily and showed an unimaginable improvement in her.

At first, Khushi struggled to change her dressings. Though Arnav liked her POM POM suits, he could not expect the same from others. He knew people would not be wise to accept other's nature. He could not deny, at the beginning, that he also measured her by her dressings. According to him, our dressings would speak about our standard. So, he wanted Khushi not to be less than anyone. Khushi accepted it with one condition. She denied wearing REVEALING clothes. Of course, Arnav was happy and satisfied with her condition. After all, he was Arnav Singh Raizada...! How could he like his wife to be revealing?

.........

Khushi was tensed like hell. She was pacing here and there in her room. Arnav who entered the room saw that and smiled. Seeing Arnav, she rushed to him.

"What happened? Is everything all right?"

She nodded no.

"Why?"

"It's a pre-final round tomorrow..."

"Oh..."

"It's husband and wife round"

Arnav understood the reason for her tension.

"Ok, so?"

"They asked me to bring you tomorrow"

"Of course, I'm your husband after all" he smiled.

"How will you come with me?"

"Why?" he frowned.

"Actually, you are a busy man..." She said, feeling sad.

Arnav understood she was hesitating to invite him to attend the round.

"So?"

"I asked them for an option,"

"Option? What option?" he asked shockingly.

"If the husband is not available or if he is busy, we can take one of our family members to the round"

Arnav sighed and asked,

"What's the point, do you want me to come with you or, not?"

"If... you... have... no... problem..."

Arnav smiled.

"Yeah, I have no problem but I have a tight schedule tomorrow" he intentionally said.

Khushi pouted.

"Can't you come with me?"

"I will try... but, you make someone from our family ready"

"Who could I take Arnavji?"

"Take Di... you can prove a sister-in-laws can also be understanding..."

Khushi nodded yes excitedly.

"Or, you can take NK... he is your best friend..."

Now Khushi became confused and Arnav smiled inwardly as he intentionally confused her.

"Or, take Mami. She will make the stage lively with her HELLO HAI BYE BYE..."

Khushi bit her nails.

"Nani is also there. She is a forward-thinking woman for her age...! Dadi is also there..."

Khushi gulped down.

"She hated you at first and became your fan these days... she supports you more than anyone. And last but not least, Akash and Payal are also there"

"What if all of them would like to accompany me? I can take only one" Khushi asked perplexed.

"It's your choice, Khushi. You can take anyone..." Arnav walked to the washroom smiling.

Khushi sat on the bed making a face. She didn't decide whom to take. She could not select one among them and make others disappointed.

Arnav came out of the washroom and saw her still sitting on the bed. He came and sat next to her.

"What do you decide?"

Khushi nodded her head from left to right pouting.

"May I help?"

"How?"

"I will chose one from them... you just be quiet. What say?"

"Really? Will you do that?" She became excited.

"Won't I do this much for you, Khushi?"

"Thank You so much, Arnavji" She hugged him happily.

"But, you don't talk to anyone about it. I will talk to them and get to know their interest. Then I will decide who will be suitable for the contest because we should not disappoint others. We will silently do that, ok?"

"What will I tell them if they ask me about tomorrow's round?"

"Tell them it's a husband and wife round and will go with you. Then, I will call the suitable person chosen by me and ask them to go to the contest as I got important work"

Khushi nodded ok.

"Then no one will get upset. How is my idea?"

"You are amazing, Arnavji"

"You will tell the same tomorrow also"

"Means?"

"After seeing the person in the competition"

Khushi sighed in relief. Arnav smiled inwardly. Even after becoming part of the Mrs. India contest, Khushi was still innocent. He supposed.

Khushi saw Arnav talking to Raizadas one by one alone. She didn't disturb him as she thought he spoke to them about participating in the contest.

Night

Arnav came to their room after finishing the dinner.

"Arnavji, did you select one?"

"I'm confused like hell, Khushi"

"Why Arnavji?"

"Everyone is fit in their position"

"Is it?"

"Yeah, give me some time. I will choose one"

"Mmm," she sighed.

"Go to sleep without tension. Then only you will look fresh in the contest tomorrow"

"Why would I be tensed, when you took the responsibility in your hands?"

Arnav smiled. Khushi dozed off so quickly, proving her words.

The next day

Khushi got ready for the contest.

"Arnavji, the round will start at 10 o'clock"

"Ok... the suitable person will be there on time"

"Thank you Arnavji" She hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"Bye, Arnavji"

"Bye"

Khushi rushed out in fetching Plazo pants with a Plado top. Arnav stood, looking at her smilingly.

............

Khushi waited for her family member curiously as she didn't know who would come. As time passed, she became tense. She was called to the stage. She walked to the stage disappointedly as no one from her family arrived. She stood looking at the pathway. Her face brightened seeing Arnav advancing her.

"Arnavji, thank god you came"

"How won't I come?"

"Whom you bring?"

"None..."

"Whaaat?" She was shocked.

"I don't BRING anyone..." he stressed.

"What will I do now, Arnavji?"

"Don't you think I'm the suitable person for this round?"

"Are you here for the round?"

"No matter if you invite me or not. I will be there to fulfil my duty... but you were busy bringing someone from our family"

Khushi was stuck.

"Don't you think of asking me, Khushi?"

Khushi looked at him perplexed.

"Let's go" he raised his hand a little, asking her to circle his bicep. Circling his bicep, she walked on the stage, all the way looking at him.

"Mr. Raizada, which piece of jewelry does Khushi give importance to?" Jai asked.

"Anklet... because her mother gave it to her"

"Correct answer"

"What makes Khushi scared?"

"Darkness, speedy vehicle, sleeping alone makes her scared"

"Well done..."

"What does she like the most?"

"ME..." Came from him without a second thought.

"Correct... you answered all the three questions right. Now, Khushi, tell us, what makes Arnav angry?"

"Disloyalty"

"Correct"

"What's his favorite color?"

"RED"

"You are correct again. What makes him happier?"

"Being with me"

"Very correct"

Khushi looked at Arnav smiling.

"You can take your seats Mr. and Mrs. ASR"

Arnav walked down the stage. Khushi was still circling his bicep and looking at him. When they came down,

"I can't believe you are here for me..."

"Always..."

"I'm sorry, Arnavji. I thought you would be busy with important work as always"

"What would be more important when you need me?"

"I'm sorry..." she held her ears.

"Understand one thing, Khushi, when it comes to you, my priority will always be you. No matter what. You can ask me RIGHTFULLY to cancel my schedule and accompany you... you have the rights"

As he didn't expect, she threw herself on his chest, not minding that they were in a public place.

"Khushi..."

"Mmm?"

"People will see us"

She broke the hug and looked at him.

"Let's go. I think they will announce the result"

"I have no doubt. We will be the winner" She smiled.

Arnav nodded yes with a lopsided smile. As they expected, Arnav and Khushi won the round.

After a month

No doubt Khushi won Mrs. India's Title. She became famous. Or, we could say, Arnav made her famous. She became an AR's PERSONAL Model too.

Khushi came to the parking lot and was about to open the car door, she stopped hearing,

"Excuse me Mrs. Raizada..."

She saw a man advancing toward her. She knew him. he was an owner of another fashion house.

"Hello, Mr. Gowda" she greeted.

"I'm glad to talk to a great woman like you"

Khushi was silent.

"Modeling field is talking about you a lot, Mrs. Raizada... You are a pride of our field"

"Please come to the point"

"Our company is ready to offer you a job"

"Job?"

"Yeah, I'm ready to fulfill your demand"

"I think you have forgotten who I'm"

"I know what a great and talented personality you are! That's why I'm talking to you. Your talent should not be confined to a narrow circle. ASR is using your talent for only himself selfishly. You should come out of the shell and show your talent to the world"

"I'm already showing my talent and Arnavji is the only reason for my talent to come out. I have no reason to earn money working for another company"

He tried to say something but Khushi showed her palm and stopped him.

"Arnavji is not using my talent but save-guards me from people trying to USE my talent for themselves..."

"But..."

Cutting him,

"If you dare talk about Arnavji again, you will see the worst in me... Leave..."

Gowda turned behind and was shocked to see Arnav standing. He advanced Khushi not giving heed to Gowda. He left the place hurriedly not facing Arnav's wrath.

Arnav came and stood before Khushi.

"I have no problem if you want to work for another company"

"Stop joking, Arnavji"

"No, Khushi..."

Khushi closed his mouth with her palm.

"Arnavji, you are the reason I am what I am today...! You are everything to me...! I know who you are and what you are thinking about me. I was a simple girl from Lucknow. You made me Mrs. India. Khushi is nothing but Arnavji's make. I will say that proudly because you are my pride. I don't want to think anything more than that. I like what I'm doing. I like to be with you. I feel blessed to have you in my life. Please, be it"

Arnav removed her hand from his mouth.

"I too feel blessed to have a wife like you, Khushi. This world is egoistic! People change when they reach the peak but you are exceptional...!" He pulled her for a hug.

Khushi circled his shoulders smilingly.

The End.