Part 38 Desperate Arnav

Arnav got stuck, seeing Khushi with the birthday gift he bought for her. Khushi was reading his expression. She understood Arnav is feeling awkward. Yes, he didn't expect this situation. Coming close to her, he put the coat back in the suitcase silently.

"You said you would get the coat dry cleaned... didn't you do that?" she questioned him.

"I... didn't get time..."

He bent down to take the handbag. Before he touched it, Khushi took it and also the other things with the Barbie doll.

Arnav looked at her, touching the molar teeth with his tongue. Taking the ring from the box, she tried to wear it on her finger. Arnav snatched it from her hand.

"That means, is not that INTERESTING PERSON me? Are not these gifts for me?" she asked with an angry pout.

Arnav rolled his eyes. Taking her hand, Arnav inserted the ring in her left ring finger, giving the answer to her question through the action.

"I was planning to propose you with this ring, going on my knees" Arnav smiled, closing his eyes. She wondered. Is it?

"Are you that much crazy?" she asked unbelievably.

"I'm not crazy (He paused for a while) in all the matters," he said contently that made her speechless. Does it mean, is he crazy ONLY in HER matter?

"What would you have done if..." Before she finished, Arnav kept his index finger on her lips and stopped her from asking something that didn't happen... and didn't have a chance to happen.

"No IFs and BUTs Khushi... nothing happened that could hurt me... we got married and you are my wife. I don't want to think anything more than that... I don't want to EVEN think of it ..." he said with a content gaze.

Khushi was looking at him without blinking. Why did he become emotional all of a sudden? Arnav lowered his finger from her lips.

"I just..." she stammered.

Arnav nodded his head. Khushi took the coat from the suitcase.

"I will wash it," she said, looking at his face.

Arnav nodded no and about to pull it from her,

"I remember you told me that you don't like this color..." she said pulling the coat behind... far away from his reach.

"I like the color"

"Then it must be washed..."

"No need..." he again tried to snatch it.

"Arnav, don't be childish, ok...?"

"Khushi, give it to me..."

"No..." she moved back with the coat as Arnav advanced her.

Arnav fastened his steps and Khushi also moved back fast. She fell on the bed that was behind her. Arnav pulled the coat exactly at the same time and he also fell on her. Both were looking at one another's face panting hard. Arnav swallowed hard, looking at her parted lips.

Composing himself, Arnav sat on the bed, getting away from her. Khushi also sat, looking down. Both of them didn't look at each other for a while. Then, both of them looked at one another hesitatingly. Khushi again looked down could not stand his sharp gaze. It was crystal clear that what he wanted. Khushi was not dumb not to understand that. Arnav was about to say something, that's when Arnav's phone rang. Arnav sighed with annoyance and took the mobile. He saw Arvind's name flashing. Arnav attended the call.

"Haan, Dad..."

"Chotte, come downstairs"

"Mmm"

He left the room hurriedly. Khushi looked at his retreating figure gulping down. Taking the birthday gifts, she arranged them in her closet.

...........

Arnav saw Anup Kapoor with Arvind in the living room. He understood why Arvind called him. He came to them making himself up. He heard Anup's complaining Neerav.

"Do you know what he did today? He came to my office in a drunken state. He entered the conference hall when I was discussing something very important. He behaved cheaply in front of people...! He insulted me and my daughter. Arvind, I tolerated him only for you."

That's when he heard,

"Or else, what would you have done?" uttered Arnav.

Anup looked at Arnav turning his head. He was dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say. What could he do with Neerav?

"You no need to tolerate him. Do what you want..." Arnav said casually.

Anup looked at Arvind irritatingly.

"What is this Arvind? Why Arnav is talking irresponsibly?"

"Mind you tell us; why did you give Rakesh fifty lakhs?"

Anup was shocked as he didn't expect Arnav would ask him openly.

"I just gave him a loan"

"Loan...? In which mean?" Arnav asked with lift-up brows.

"He is a hard worker of AR..."

"Is it Dad? How many proficiency awards did he win in AR?" Arnav asked sarcastically.

"None..." Said Arvind.

"AR provides proficiency awards to its employees every month. Employees of AR consider it a prestigious one. Only hard workers can get the award in AR... don't you know that?"

"What's your point Arnav?"

"Neerav is suspecting you that you used Rakesh to trap him"

"Why would I?"

"As of now, Neerav doesn't have the clear-cut answer but very soon, Neerav will prove it."

"Ask him not to come to my office in the drunken state at least"

"How could I? He is your son-in-law... You guys have been bounding with a great relationship. You may fight today and will patch up anytime. Then what will we do? Solve it by yourself. Ask your daughter to talk to him" Arnav said sarcastically.

"He talked about divorce... then what my daughter can do?"

"Then what WE (he stressed) can do? They have to sort it out on their own. But, be careful... he gets angry if he sees your daughter" Arnav said with fake concern.

"Can't you do anything, Arvind?" Anup asked.

"Wait... I will call Neerav" Arvind removed his phone.

"No... please don't... please talk to him later. I'm leaving" Anup started walking towards the door.

Arnav smirked mockingly.

"Did Neerav go to Kapoor's office?"

"Yes, Dad... I asked to..." Arnav lied to shut Arvind.

Arvind sighed.

"Relax Dad... getting rid of Kapoors is essential..."

Arvind nodded yes.

"Are not you going to London?"

"Yes, Dad... in two days"

Arvind nodded ok and left. Arnav walked back to his room.

Khushi was thinking about Arnav, looking at her birthday gifts which were in the closet. She smiled, seeing the lipstick. Taking the pen, she wrote her name on a paper, Mrs. KHUSHI GUPTA SINGH RAIZADA, and again smiled. She sensed someone behind her and she knew who the someone was. Clutching her hand, Arnav wrote, ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA, next to her name. Khushi looked at him, turning her face. As she didn't expect, Arnav kissed her cheek.

"Ar...nav..." she stammered.

"Mmmm?"

"Oh... I..."

"You?"

"I asked you for time..."

"You have already wasted a few days" he whispered.

Khushi gulped down.

"How long will you take to get into our relationship, Khushi?" he asked blinking his eyes slowly.

That made Khushi's stomach mix up. She didn't know what to answer because she didn't have the schedule of getting into the relationship. What did she even say if he asks her, almost hugging her? his intensive gaze and his serious voice made her shatter.

"I know you started loving me a long ago... then why are you hesitating? If you want me to take a step towards you, here, I'm..." he extended his hand towards her.

Khushi looked at his hand and then him. He looked at her lifting his brows, asking her to clutch his hand. As Khushi hesitated, he himself clutched her hand and walked towards the bed. Lying on the bed, he spread his hand. Khushi widened her eyes. It was an open invitation. Arnav pulled her hand and made her fall on him. Flipping her on the bed,

"Don't you like me?" he asked tucking her hair.

"I like you and you know that," she said looking somewhere.

"I'm not asking about THAT liking..." he smiled.

"I don't know what liking you are talking about"

"Don't you know?"

She nodded, no looking at somewhere.

"Shall I...?" he asked huskily.

She looked at him shockingly. Arnav released her from his clutch and smiled. Khushi was looking at him unbelievably.

"Get up, Khushi... or else, something may happen... You don't even imagine how desperate I'm" he said controlling his smile.

Khushi sat on the bed immediately. Both laughed at each other.

To be continued...