Part 22 Measurements

"I LOVE YOU, that's what I meant," Arnav said.

"From when?" She asked an unexpected question.

"From the time I wanted to marry you," he managed without telling the exact time.

"You mean from a week ago?" Khushi was not ready to leave it easily.

Arnav smiled.

"It seems your nervousness is gone..." He tapped her nose diverting her.

Khushi looked somewhere not answering.

"I'm leaving. I think I will be busy with our marriage work from hereon. So, I'm holding the London program hereon, until our marriage. You too can take a break. If you want to know anything then you can call me" Arnav said and walked towards the entrance.

Khushi was looking at him said nothing. Would he truly not come here until their marriage? Arnav turned his head towards her.

"I will come regarding our wedding," he said as if he read her mind.

Khushi nodded ok not showing the awful expression on her face. Arnav left GH. Khushi sighed. Why did he come here? Did he come to tell her the magical words in person? Didn't he look serious? What a man he is? Is not his behavior saying that his love is not so simple? How could anyone be so serious about his love within just a week? This man is always a puzzle. She is going to face a difficult time with him after marriage for sure... Khushi thought.

"I LOVE YOU" is a magical word. Do you know why? It masks the person mad not only who utters it but also makes the person mad who hears it. Here also, that's what exactly happened with Khushi. She was thinking about the person who uttered it and also about his facial expression when he uttered it. His unhesitating gaze showed how rightful he is... Khushi's mind was not at all working. How would her mind work if it got stuck in only Arnav? Damn, he loves her... He just declared it simply... Directly... Without any hesitation.

LOVE... Does he love her...? Certainly...? Neerav never dared to tell the three magical words at least for once. Not that Arnav is the first person who uttered it to her... Many guys had told them that when she was in school and also in college. But she never felt anything in her heart for them. Then why now? She tried to find an answer. It's because Arnav was not some random guy... He is, her going to be husband.

On the other hand, Arnav was delighted. He just let Khushi know what he holds in his heart for her. He was glad because he could do that even before their marriage. He would have created a chance to utter it if he had missed the chance he tell her that today. But he was not sure that he would have gotten a chance before marriage.

RM

Ratna was fed up with Neerav when Arvind told her that he was drunk in the office. Arnav was also shocked about who was with Ratna.

"He disappoints me a lot, Ratna. Don't know why does he do this..." Arvind said.

Ratna was dumb. Even she doesn't know why Neerav does this.

"Relax, Dad..."

"No Chotte... I can't be relaxed. He is doing everything rubbish... I'm ashamed of telling him my son" Arvind said feeling helpless.

Ratna and Arnav spared a glance. Arnav was confused. The much he knows, Neerav is not a drunkard who drinks even in the office. Of course, he drinks occasionally. But only when goes to his friend's parties. That too, only at the weekends. Don't know what happened to him. Is he fed up with his decision of marrying Khushi? Can't help. If that's what bothers him, let him bother... Arnav thought.

"We have a reputation in this society... I and Chotte earned it with a lot of effort. If Neerav does anything stupid to ruin it, I won't spare him. One more thing, Chotte's marriage is going to be held in five days. Ask him to be careful. " Arvind said.

They had two sons. Both were opposite to each other. Though they were opposite poles they were never attracted. Arnav never liked to even think of doing what Neerav likes to do. Even though Neerav tried to do what Arnav does he could not because he was not capable of doing great things.

Now both were traveling in the direct, opposite path. Neerav was going to get the biggest punishment for refusing a good girl for money. As he wanted, he is going to get piles of money but it's not going to give him peace. He is going to repent for the mistake he did. He is going to understand what he lost in his life. But... Will it be useful? Not at all. Some mistakes can never be amended. Life will not give a chance again and again for something the same. Neerav will understand that soon.

The wedding rituals started. Though Arnav told Khushi that he will come to GH he didn't visit GH nor did he call her for once. He got busy with weddings and also with the London program's works. Though Arnav didn't want to disturb Khushi she was not sitting quietly. She started working on the London program with Steve and Arnav knew it.

GH

Khushi was waiting to give a measurement for the wedding Lehenga. Didn't Arnav speak to Aman about giving the design to the head designer of AR? Then why has not anyone come to take her measurements for the Lehanga yet? There is no time for the wedding... She was worried.

The next day

Someone from AR came to GH and handed Khushi's Lehanga to Garima. Garima called Khushi and showed that. Khushi felt something in her heart when she touched it. The Lehanga was designed by Arnav... He designed it after he started loving her. What would he have thought while designing it? She went to her room, taking the Lehanga. She sat on the bed and caressed the Lehenga lovingly. She thought something. How this lehenga will be on her?

Something kicked her mind. How did this lehanga get stitched without her measurement? No one came to take her measurements... She wanted to check it. Closing the door, she wore the Lehenga and got dumbfounded. It looked perfect and it suited her correctly. Neither it was loose nor it was tight. Khushi was awestruck. How does it suit her very much? Taking her phone, she called Arnav.

Arnav who was checking Steve's email saw Khushi's number flashing on his mobile. His lips curved into an adorable smile. He attended it.

"Tell me, Khushi"

"I got my Lehanga..." She said.

"Oh... That's great..."

"It was a stitched one..." She said in a delicate tone.

Arnav lifted his brows.

"Of course, we will call it as Lehanga, only after its stitching gets over..."

"It suited to me well"

"Oh... That's very nice."

"How did you get my measurements?" She came to the point.

Arnav smiled.

"I didn't get it"

"Then how does it suit me?"

"It's just a guess... .. I wanted to ask you to check whether it suits you..." He said controlling his smile.

"Will you stitch all the dresses only by guessing?"

Arnav rolled his eyes smiling.

"Not all the dress can be stitched by guess..." He said not hesitating.

Khushi felt her cheeks burning. What does that mean? Did he measure her by his gaze? How could he? She felt goosebumps.

"Khushi, are you there?"

"Mmm..."

"What did you ask me?" He asked her again.

"No...thing..." She stumbled.

Arnav smiled

"Get ready..." His voice sounded husky.

"I... have some work..." She said stammering.

"What work?" He asked deliberately.

"Going to cook..."

" Do you cook?"

"Mmm..."

"That's so nice... it doesn't mean you can be in the kitchen with the excuse of cooking... after our marriage... leaving me alone in OUR room," he said cheesy.

"I think you have forgotten what I asked for..." She said in a gauzy tone.

"I haven't forgotten anything...but why do you remember that now?" He chuckled softly.

"I asked you time and you are flirting with me..." She said straight away.

"I didn't deny what you asked for. But, I don't remember, you asked me not to flirt with you. by the way, what's bothering you? Do you think you may not take time to fit into the relationship as you asked me?" He openly flirted with her.

Khushi was silent.

"Hello... Madam... are you listening?" He asked chuckling.

Still silence...

"Khushi..." He called her name with an intense tone.

"I won't talk to you if you flirt with me."

"What about after marriage? Won't you talk to me if I flirt with you after our marriage also?"

"Amma is calling me... I'm going..."

"Liar..." He chuckled.

Khushi disconnected the call with a slight blush. She looked at herself in the mirror and her blush deepened.

To be continued...