It was a Thursday. Arnav was restlessly walking back and forth in the backyard of his mansion, smoking cigarettes consecutively.

Mohan Kaka was observing him silently all this time before he mustered up the courage to approach and talk to him.

He stood before Arnav, who promptly halted his steps upon perceiving his presence, and respectfully lowered his gaze, "Beta.. aap abhi bhi naraz ho? Maaf kijiye humein (Are you still angry? Forgive me). I crossed the line."

"Main kisi se naraz nahi hu (I'm not mad at anyone)," he replied with a slight frown, "Now leave me alone."

"If you're not mad at me, then why are you not talking to me?" Mohan Kaka asked innocently, his eyes teary.

Arnav let out a sigh, filled with regret for causing his Kaka to shed tears, as in the past, it was his Kaka who had always been there to console him and wipe away his own tears.

Flashbacks..

Mohan Kaka entered the room and saw little Arnav sitting on the floor in a corner of his room, crying with his face buried in his knees.

Mohan hurried towards him and sat on the floor beside him. He gently lifted the little boy onto his lap and wiped away his tears, "Kya hua mera baccha? Ro kyun rahe ho? (What happened my son? Why are you crying?)"

"Dad stepped on my painting with his shoes!" Arnav cried bitterly, resting his face on Mohan's shoulder.

Mohan Kaka briefly closed his eyes. He couldn't help but feel frustrated with his Bade Malik's parenting approach. It seems like his Bade Malik gets irritated whenever he sees Arnav doing something that makes him happy. He simply desired for Arnav to conduct himself in the manner he deemed correct.

"It's okay, beta. Don't worry, we can always create another painting. Please calm down and stop crying," Mohan Kaka gently stroked the back of his hair with affection.

Arnav glanced up at him with big fat tears
in his eyes, he shook his head vigorously, "No. If Dad comes to know about this, he will punish you as well, Kaka!"

"He won't find out about this, if we keep it between ourselves, right?" Mohan Kaka smiled a little, tickling his tummy.

Arnav giggled feeling ticklish, "Yes. It's our secret!"

Flashback ends..

"Don't cry, Kaka!" he looked at Kaka with regret, "The issue isn't with you, it's with me," he closed his eyes for a moment, clenching his fist, struggling to find the right words to explain himself, "I... I'm just like this. When something troubles me, I tend to distance myself from everyone. I prefer to be alone. So don't think I'm avoiding you."

"If you prefer solitude, why do you still appear restless to me?" Kaka inquired, noticing an unusual aspect in his behaviour.

Arnav darted a deer caught in headlights look at Kaka before he looked away. Khushi's beautiful face flashing in his mind. He frowned slightly contemplating over Kaka's question. He was right. He had always found solace in solitude, darkness, and silence. Then why is he not at peace now? Why are Khushi's thoughts always on his mind? Why is he feeling restless now that he is not on speaking terms with her?

"Kya hua beta? Sab theek hai?" Kaka placed a hand on his shoulder, staring at him from behind with a concerned look.

He turned to look at Mohan Kaka dropping his ruthless and cold mask, his eyes vulnerable like the 5-year-old Arnav that Kaka was well acquainted with. He slightly shook his head and said, "Kuch theek nahi hai, Kaka," he looked away, staring at nothing in particular. He felt his heart racing at the mere thought of Khushi. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes as he confessed to his Kaka, "Khushi ki yaad mujhe baar baar sata rahi hai (Khushi's memory keeps haunting me repeatedly!)."

"I... I miss her," his voice barely audible, as the gentle and cold night breeze brushed against his face, prompting him to gradually open his eyes. A faint smile of disbelief adorned his lips. Once more, he turned to face Kaka, shaking his head in disbelief, "How is this even possible? I usually shut myself off from the world when I'm upset, but this is the first time I feel restless because I'm not talking to her. Why is this happening to me? Why am I not able to control myself when it comes to Khushi?"

Although Mohan Kaka had a strong desire to perform a happy bhangra dance internally, he made a conscious decision to self-control and maintain a composed demeanor. He understood that his enthusiasm might cause Arnav to withdraw and shut himself once again.

Hum mein har ghadi aarzoo hai tumhari
Every moment I desire for you
Hum mein har ghadi aarzoo hai tumhari
Every moment I desire for you
Hoti hai kaisi sanam bekarari
Sweetheart, the kind of restlessness I have
Milenge joh tumko toh
When I meet you
Milenge joh tumko toh
When I meet you
Batayenge hum
I'll tell you about it

He smiled a little, "Khushi bitiya might be thinking about you too. You should give her a call."

Arnav shook his head dismissively, "It's too late now. Anyway, I've to leave for a meeting now."

As he passed by Mohan Kaka, an ingenious idea struck him, causing him to abruptly halt his steps. Without any delay, he swiftly retrieved his phone from his pant pocket and proceeded to dial Khushi's number.

Before tapping on the call option, he glanced at Mohan Kaka and cleared his throat, "Aap ja sakte hai (You can go now)."

Mohan Kaka nodded, stifling a smile as he walked away.

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While the salon lady was setting her wet hair with hair rollers, Khushi found herself lost in her thoughts regarding a certain Raizada who had made a conscious effort to disregard her presence for an entire week. He refrained from engaging in any form of conversation with her, limiting their interactions solely to professional matters. Despite his diligent attempts to maintain a cold and aloof demeanor towards her, she had occasionally caught him discreetly stealing glances in her direction.

"Forget about him, Khushi! If he can ignore me for a week, I can ignore him for a month," she mentally chided herself.

Just when she had made the decision to no longer dwell on thoughts of him, she unexpectedly received a phone call from none other than her, Mr. Cold Light.

Her eyes widened as she jolted in her seat and checked her phone twice to confirm that it was indeed him calling her. The salon lady politely requested her to remain still as she could get hurt by the hair pin.

She looked at the salon lady apologetically before picking up his call. Before he could say anything, she smiled sarcastically and said, "Hello, sir. I guessed you dialed the wrong number. Don't worry.. no need to say anything. I'll hang up so you don't have to talk to me."

"Don't cut the call, Khushi!"

Khushi experienced a surge of emotion, her eyes welling up with tears. It had been an eternity since she had last heard her name uttered from his lips.

"Ek urgent meeting pe jaana hai!"

After his remarks, she suppressed her tears and clenched her teeth in frustration. Was this man serious? He called her to discuss his meeting, and she had misinterpreted his intentions.

"Haan toh? Jaiye na (So what? Go ahead)," she furrowed her brows. This man was getting on her nerves now.

"I believe you may have overlooked the fact that, as my personal assistant, you are expected to accompany me to the meeting."

His reply irked her even more as she pointed to her phone with her index finger, narrowing her eyes, "Perhaps you forgot that I'm not your personal assistant at this moment. Work hours are over, and now I'm free as a bird."

"Well, as per the terms of your contract, I am authorized to assign tasks outside of regular office hours."

Khushi pouted defeatedly, "Ugh, I'm already at the salon. Why didn't you tell me sooner? I would've canceled my plans."

"No problem! I can wait for you. Just send me the salon address and I'll come get you!"

Khushi's heart started racing. Why did he suddenly change his tone?

"No need.. I can manage. Just send me the address of the meeting place," she said firmly.

"Neither the driver who will take you nor you know this address,"

"Accha ji.. London se lauta hua aadha- angreez thinks I won't know my way around Mumbai," she chuckled mockingly.

"Khushi chup chap mujhe salon ka address bhejo."

"Nahi! You send me the address," she said stubbornly and cut the call, huffing and puffing.

She waited for two minutes and didn't get any message from him. "What happened? Why is he not sending me the address? Meeting important nahi hai kya?" she thought, biting her nails anxiously.

She was constantly checking her WhatsApp to see if he had sent her any message. Despite the persistent internal admonitions to resist granting him such influence over her, she succumbed to an impulsive urge five minutes later and opened his chat to send her location to him.

She looked up pouting while thinking, "I know you're laughing at me DM. I was confidently saying I can ignore him for a month and here I'm sending my location to him in a matter of few minutes. Par aap hi bataiye.. main kya karu? Ab toh mujhe uski aadat ho gai.. (but you tell me.. what should I do? Now I've got used to him)."

She glanced down at her phone and he was typing a reply she was eagerly waiting for.

'I'm on my way! Just give me 10 more minutes and I'll be there!'

She smiled a bit when she read his text. But then after realising she was smiling, she mentally chided herself and put her phone down.

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Arnav arrived at the salon and parked his car outside, in front of the establishment. Through the glass facade, he observed a female employee assisting Khushi in positioning herself beneath a stand-up hair dryer. After adjusting the temperature, she went to attend other clients.

As she was still in the process of drying her hair, he decided to wait for her in the car. However, after a few minutes of scrolling through his phone and listening to music, he found himself getting bored and decided to step out of the car and get inside the beauty salon.

Upon entering the salon, all present briefly paused their tasks to observe the man radiating an air of authority, dominance, and confidence. It didn't take time for them to realise that this was the mighty ASR, the son of Arvind Raizada and the current CEO of AR Fashion Industry. His recent presence at his sister's welcoming ceremony at AR was still fresh in their minds.

However, he had his gaze firmly fixed on a woman who was staring at him with her wide, beautiful, doe-like hazel eyes. Before she looked away, she attempted to act as if his presence did not affect her.

"How may I help you, sir?" an employee promptly approached to attend him politely.

"I am just waiting for someone," he responded with an impassive look. She acknowledged with a nod and courteously guided him to the waiting area. She expressed her genuine surprise at his unexpected visit to their beauty salon.

"May I offer you a beverage, sir? Would you prefer coffee, tea, or juice?" she inquired as he settled into the lounge chair.

"Black coffee," he responded succinctly. She nodded with a warm and gracious smile and promptly excused herself to get him a special black coffee.

When the lady vanished from his sight, he turned his attention back to the object of his affection.

And Khushi began to feel a bit shy. Why did he even come inside? He could have remained in the car. Allowing him to see her at the beauty salon is making her feel a flutter of nervousness in her stomach, with the sense of domesticity that this scenario is giving her. Unconsciously, her toes curled in response to these unfamiliar sensations.

"Control yourself, Khushi," she mumbled to herself and looked away from him, staring at her phone in her hands, pretending not to be interested in him, "In this one week he was behaving as if I was invisible to him, and now he's staring at me as if I'm the only person visible to him in this world. Ye genie bhi na.. bohot hi unpredictable hai DM!"

A few minutes later, his coffee arrived, and he sipped it quietly. He occasionally checked his phone. But then the attention he was getting from these women was starting to make him feel awkward. He had to randomly pick some magazines to pass the time and ignore everyone staring at him.

Meanwhile, the ladies were curiously trying to guess who the lucky woman was that he was patiently waiting for.

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Sometime later..

Arnav watched the salon lady brushing Khushi's hair while she complimented her on how beautiful it looked now. Khushi smiled with a blush, thanked the lady, and quickly headed towards the reception area to settle the payment.

He promptly stood up to leave with her when he noticed her securing her hair with a claw clip while awaiting her change.

Khushi observed his reflection in the full-length mirror in front of her. He approached her, maintaining intense eye contact, and discreetly inquired in a hushed tone near her ear, "May I?"

Khushi promptly turned to face him, her heart racing with anticipation due to his proximity. Despite the evident confusion on her face, she found herself granting him permission to proceed as he deemed fit with a subtle nod, her unwavering gaze fixed upon him as if under his spell.

He reached out to take her hair clip and gently removed it from her hair, causing her locks to cascade freely.

"Bal khule rehne do.. acche lagte hai (Keep your hair open.. it looks great)," He spoke in a low, deep voice that caused a chill to run down her spine.

Her hazel eyes slightly widened in response. Her chest heaved. Her cheeks turned pink. She gulped with the intensity of his gaze on her.

The receptionist broke her trance with her comment, "You should keep your hair open! It looks really good on you, ma'am!"

Khushi turned to her and smiled politely. The lady gave her a knowing and slightly teasing smile, assuming she was Arnav's girlfriend. Khushi disregarded her teasing looks and collected her change before walking away. Arnav followed her.

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"Return my hair clip," she demanded, giving him a pointed look.

Arnav complied, handing back her hair clip with a neutral expression.

She grabbed the hair clip from him and threw it in her bag, looking annoyed. She had planned to put her hair up with it to show him that his words didn't affect her, but she ended up doing the opposite. He smirked as she listened to him and let her hair down.

As they settled into the car, he glanced at her and remarked in a playful manner, intended to elicit a reaction, "By the way, why dedicate nearly 45 minutes to subjecting your hair to the oven's heat, if the outcome remains unchanged?"

"Because I love myself.. and I prioritize self-care, Mr. Raizada," she replied with a sarcastic smile.

"Oh, I see!" he smirked.

Khushi just looked away. She had to make it clear to him that she was still upset with him.

Arnav started the car, skillfully maneuvering it out of the parking area.

While driving, unable to bear silence from her, he spoke up, "Khushi, whatever happened had no relation to you. It was solely my fault. I was troubled by a personal matter and I needed some time alone. Please know that my indifferent behaviour wasn't directed solely at you, and I wasn't mad at you or anything like that."

Khushi contemplated his words while still gazing out the window. She then turned to him and asked in a soft and slightly hurt tone, "Do you believe that if you had approached me and explained your need for solitude, I would not have respected your privacy?"

"Khushi main aisa hi hu (I'm like this only)."

"I've understood that. You like to push people away. But, I hope you remember of our agreement to maintain a balanced relationship, even if it is not a 50-50% system. At the very least, we should strive for a 10-10% relationship built on equality and trust. I am aware that you are not ready to share your problems with me openly, but at least you could have told me that you needed sometime alone. If you had simply said, 'Khushi, I am not okay and need some time alone,' I would have understood. Instead, you acted as if I did not exist in your life and kept me in the dark. This is not what I expected from you."

He fell into silence. He was guilty. Back in London, everyone was used to his mood swings. The change in his demeanor was not uncommon to them. He would eventually return to his usual self after a few days without feeling remorseful for his actions. This happened because no one in London was particularly close to him. Here in Mumbai, he allowed Mohan Kaka and Khushi to become closer to him. Perhaps that is why he felt guilty about hurting the feelings of those who genuinely cared for him through his indifferent behavior.

A single tear escaped her eyes, momentarily revealing her vulnerability and longing for him, as if the mask of indifference she had been wearing had slipped.

"Don't cry!" he said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart, knowing that he was the cause of her tears.

Khushi averted her gaze, unwilling to reveal her tearful eyes.

He promptly retrieved his handkerchief from his pant pocket and offered it to her.

Khushi gently pushed away his hand holding the handkerchief, her brow furrowed in disapproval. "Nahi chahiye (I don't need it)," she said, her voice laced with frustration and a hint of sadness. She looked up at him accusingly, moist eyes, "You have no idea what I've been through this week. I couldn't help but keep thinking if I had done something wrong, which led you to distance yourself from me. Everything was fine, and then suddenly, the next day, you started treating me differently. I even cried because of you dammit," her voice became filled with uncontrollable sobs, "... and I couldn't even confide in my Bhaiya or Buaji, as I didn't want them to form a negative opinion of you. I didn't want that to happen again."

When he saw her crying like that, he immediately turned left and pulled over.

"Stop crying," he softened his tone, staring at her guiltily. He extended his hand to her, "Give me your hand!"

Khushi placed her hand in his, sobbing. Arnav held her firmly, intertwined their fingers as he tenderly rubbed his thumb against hers to calm her down. He leaned closer, whispering sweet nothings to her, "I'm sorry.. I'm really sorry. It's not your fault, sweetheart. You don't have to cry because of me. I'm the bad one.. not you."

Khushi lifted her tearful hazel eyes to meet his and let out a gentle chuckle, "I am not a child that you are coaxing me in this manner. What is this 'I am the bad one, not you', it resembles a Desi Dad blaming the floor for his child's fall. Please do not suggest that you will punish yourself for causing me pain, like a Desi Dad hitting the floor as a form of punishment."

Arnav narrowed his eyes at her as he sat up straight, pulling his hand away from hers. "It's your fault. You start crying like this and I freaked out. I just said whatever came to my mind."

"So what else could I do? All this pain, restlessness, frustration, confusion, and longing that I've been keeping bottled up all week... now that I've finally let it out to you, I feel so much lighter," she pouted.

So she was also experiencing a sense of restlessness and unease during the week in which they were not talking to each other.

He was lost in his thoughts when a teen boy knocked on the door of his car window from his side, snapping him back to reality.

Arnav lowered his car window, and the boy smiled slightly hesitantly, returning the gaze of another man standing at his street food stall, who made a gesture as if encouraging him to proceed. The boy then turned to Arnav and said, "Bhaiya, my father saw your wife in tears, and you were attempting to console her. He suggested that I advise you to buy something from our stall for her, as food has the ability to bring happiness. If you buy something for Didi, she will be happy and forgive you."

"Acchaa!!" Arnav raised his brow, a slight invisible smile on his face as he nodded, "Okay.. bring Chana chaat for this senorita then!"

"Ji bhaiya.. abhi laya!" the boy smiled enthusiastically as he crossed the road hurriedly to get Arnav's order.

When he turned to Khushi, she confronted him, a perplexed look on her face, "Why didn't you tell that boy that I'm not your wife?"

Arnav shrugged, "I did.. I addressed you as senorita."

"Waah very intelligent!" she smiled sarcastically.

Arnav smirked.

The boy came back to them and Khushi's eyes lit up the moment she got her hands on chana chaat. It's her favorite. And he knew it too. He was all ears when Buaji started talking about her favorite foods when he had dinner at her place for the first time.

"Dekha Didi khush ho gayi! (See now she's happy)," the boy pointed at Khushi who had a bright smile on her lips.

Arnav followed his gaze and agreed with the boy with a thoughtful hum.

Khushi looked at him and made a face, "I'm happy with my chana chaat, not you!"

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They arrived at the hotel where the meeting was scheduled to take place.

Arnav parked the car in the parking area. He then noticed Khushi, who was peacefully sleeping with her head resting on his shoulder. Arnav didn't feel like disturbing her, as she was sleeping soundly like an innocent baby.

He understands her feelings because he shares them. The restlessness and frustration they once felt, because they wanted to talk to each other but they were stopping themselves from crossing each other's path, have disappeared. Now, they have found peace in each other's presence.

With a sense of remorse, he softly murmured an apology to her, "I'm sorry, Khushi," as he affectionately nuzzled her hair middle partition.

Then he gently tapped her cheeks, "Khushi, wake up. We've reached."

Khushi frowned slightly, snuggling him to like a kitten.

He admired her with a faint smile before he regained his composure, knowing that someone was waiting for him at the restaurant. "Khushi we've a meeting, do you remember?"

Khushi opened her eyes lazily as she looked up at him with an annoying face, "Was the meeting real?"

Arnav chuckled, "What did you think?"

"I thought you were finding a reason to meet me," she expressed her displeasure as she moved away from his shoulder and sat upright, tidying her hair.

"It's true, but I wasn't lying about the meeting," he said honestly.

Khushi was smiling lightly, but when Arnav looked at her after taking his car keys out of the ignition, she immediately gave him the 'I'm still mad at you' look.

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Lavanya exhaled in relief when she saw Arnav entering the restaurant. She had a fleeting thought that he might cancel the meeting due to his tardiness. However, her face fell when she noticed him gesturing for his personal assistant to walk alongside him.

She was gritting her teeth, annoyed with him. She had plans for the night. They were supposed to go over the final details for his fashion show event, have dinner, and then end up in one of the hotel rooms together.
Why did he bring his personal assistant with him?

"Good evening, Ms. Kashyap. I sincerely apologize for the delay," Arnav greeted her as he courteously pulled out a chair for Khushi to be seated. Khushi responded with a polite smile, silently acknowledging Lavanya's presence.

"Hi, ASR!" Lavanya managed a smile, "It's alright. There's no need for an apology."

Arnav politely requested the ladies to order something for themselves as he took his seat. Khushi nodded sideways, indicating that she was not hungry.

"Order something else.. chana chaat isn't enough to fill you up," he whispered to Khushi in a teasing tone.

Khushi shook her head, smiling.

"Ms. Kashyap, what about you?" he glanced at her.

"We can discuss the event first, and then have dinner," Lavanya responded, thinking that after they finished their work-related conversation, Khushi would return home, allowing them some privacy.

But, nothing of that sort happened. Instead, she had to watch Arnav grinning from ear to ear while Khushi was going through the menu book, looking for an Indian dish in an Italian restaurant known for their authentic Italian cuisine. And when she looked up, furrowing her brows cutely, he immediately offered help. He suggested she try the Italian restaurant's famous primavera pizza and their dessert Tiramisu.

She was utterly perplexed. At least, during the few occasions she had any interaction with him, she never observed him with a smile that reached his eyes. It's always a business-like, polite smile, that she wagers no one would ever consider a true smile.

It is possible that he has a close working relationship with his personal assistant due to their daily interactions, which may explain his apparent comfort level in her presence. She thought.

And a brilliant idea occurred to her. She smiled to herself and requested Khushi to accompany her to the restroom.

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Upon entering the restroom, Lavanya grasped Khushi's hand with an urgent expression, "Khushi, I need your help."

Khushi looked at her startled as she asked in a low tone, "My help?"

"Yes. I've understood that ASR is close to you. That's why, I believe you are the only person who can help me in this matter. I have been trying to get close to him, and this meeting was intended to be a romantic dinner date. But, he maintains a highly professional demeanor and even brought you along. It seems that he is aware of my interest in him, yet he deliberately avoids me due to our professional collaboration on his fashion show event. I guess that he prefers to keep his professional and personal life separate."

Khushi nodded in agreement. She knew that Arnav was precisely as Lavanya had described him. She had personally witnessed instances where some of his father's business associates attempted to establish a friendly rapport with him, occasionally inviting him to their homes or introducing their daughters to him with the intention of extending business to family ties. However, once his business purposes were fulfilled, he immediately distances himself from such people.

"I just wanted him to give me a chance. If he could see me as Lavanya, not just as Ms. Kashyap, maybe he'd start liking me too," she sighed wishfully.

Khushi hesitated, unsure of how to react. The unexpected notion of Arnav pursuing a romantic relationship with Lavanya unsettled her.

"So tell me, will you help me?" Lavanya asked hopefully.

Khushi nodded half-heartedly. Lavanya is a nice girl. She would look great with Arnav. Maybe his stubbornness to stick to professional relationship doesn't allow him to think of her in a different perspective.

"Great!" Lavanya smiled brightly, "Thank you so much, Khushi! You know I was literally cursing you for spoiling my plans, but I guess you are a blessing in disguise. If you hadn't come here, maybe ASR would stick to the meeting and leave me alone here."

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The ladies joined Arnav after a few minutes. Lavanya gave Khushi a knowing look, indicating that she was ready to put their plan into action.

"That's some nice jazz music, right?" Lavanya smiled, expressing her appreciation for the delightful jazz music being performed live for their enjoyment.

Arnav and Khushi nodded in agreement.

Lavanya extended her hand to Arnav, a charming smile gracing her lips, "Wanna join me on the dance floor?"

Arnav shook his head, "No, I'm not in the mood."

"Please, ASR. Don't be such a spoilsport," Lavanya pouted slightly as she looked at Khushi urging her to convince Arnav as a part of their plan.

Khushi smiled a little as she turned to Arnav, "She is adorably requesting you for a dance, and you're saying no, Arnav ji. It's not fair."

Arnav looked at her sharply, "Maine kaha na.. mera mood nahi hai."

Khushi gulped, "But if she's insisting, then you should-"

Arnav abruptly stood up and walked away, interrupting Khushi mid-sentence.

"Oh my goodness, he got so mad," Lavanya swallowed nervously, her voice shaking as she literally witnessed Arnav's change in demeanor. While he had initially conducted himself in a professional manner, appearing relaxed and less intimidating, his departure revealed a chilling coldness in his eyes and a tightly clenched jaw, an indication that he was on the verge of an angry outburst if he remained any longer.

Khushi bit her lower lip, her heart racing, "I'll be right back."

She ran behind Arnav.

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Khushi exited the hotel and looked around for him. She stopped walking when she noticed him standing a short distance away, alone on a deserted road, allowing the heavy rain to soak him completely.

She quickly walked up to him and touched his arm from behind, "Arnav ji," Her voice sounded meek.

Arnav shut his eyes momentarily before he turned to her, gritting his teeth, "What do you think of yourself?"

"I know that you are upset with me for insisting that you dance with Lavanya. But, I assure you that I had your best interests at heart. I wanted you to break down the barriers you have built around yourself and allow yourself to enjoy life a little more. Spending time with Lavanya could have been a positive experience, and you might have even developed a liking for her. But that can only happen if you stop treating everyone in a strictly professional manner and let them get to know the real you, beyond the 'ASR facade'," she explained.

"Just because I let you into my personal life doesn't mean you get to make decisions for me," he held her by the arms, slightly distancing her from him.

*Sad Rabba Ve*

"I'm sorry, Arnav ji," she whispered guiltily, her eyes moistening because she could no longer see the fondness and care in his eyes for her. His eyes were cold, devoid of any emotions.

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