"Arnavji, please pass that container to me" khushi asked pointing the number of containers stacked in bathroom self at the same time her corner of eyes was on the clock which was close to nine thirty, that indicates stopping time of water.

Arnav gave that container, taking it she pointed other "Take that too arnavji, please" khushi pouted along with that.

Controlling his anger arnav gave that too but khushi being khushi purposely pointed each one taking time as much as possible.

"Finished, now move" arnav shut the door on her face giving all in go.

Khushi stood gazing the clock excitedly, when it strikes the exact time evil smile appeared on her lips.

"Laad governor, I'll torture you till you confess what's in your mind and why you forced me to marry" she muttered and started counting numbers in reverse.

10..9..8..7..6..5..4

"Khushi...khushi.." arnav shouted from bathroom. Khushi squealed jumping outside the door attracting other occupants of the house.

"Sankadevi, what are you doing? Damadji is shouting, here you're dancing. Are you gone mad?" scolded buaji while tying a towel on her head to reduce her headache.

"Hann khushi, see he's shouting. Go and check" garima too agreed with buaji.

Khushi changed her expressions pretending as good wife, knocked the door "Arnavji.."

Like waiting for that opportunity arnav opened the door in rush.

Arnav let his head out "Water stopped..." he said with gritted teeth as he can smell khushi hand on this.

Buaji and garima looked shocked seeing his soap filled face "Arey khushi, looks like water stopped. Help him" garima concerned for her damad whose nose carries mountain of anger which scares her what if he got angry by this.

"Are you looking for muhurth? Go take water from Street pump" buaji came with bucket seeing her stood still without caring about her husband.

Seeing her plan backfiring khushi started chewing her nails. This buaji na...

Her face lit up getting an idea, let's enjoy on his expense "Woah...you don't know buaji he will not let me work. He'll feel pain whenever i work. He always tell me, khushi your place is beside me not behind me nor you should work for me. If you want anything then order, arnav singh raizada wife should not strain herself. Her wishes will land on her feet before she could voice out. And i don't want to hurt him" she finished shyly bending her head.

Arnav could only mutter his favorite phrase hearing her fake story. Here his eyes are literally burning but she...Buaji and garima smiled seeing their daughter living happily with her husband.

"Then, wait I'll bring water" garima dropped the bomb putting temporary full stop to khushi plan.

Khushi hiccuped "Maa, how can you hold full bucket of water. Already your leg is paining. I'll look after him. You please do breakfast for him, he's getting late" she effortlessly pushed both into the kitchen.

Getting this chance arnav harshly bitted out who was silent till now respecting the two old ladies who genuinely concerned for him "What the hell khushi! Here i am standing with this stupid stuff and you're...leave it. Now i want water. And What are you trying to prove before them?"

"Thank god, finally you remembered what comes after your what the" khushi taunted blowing air to her face where her tendrils keep disturbing her waiting for its owner to lock it behind her ear.

"Khushi..." His knuckles turned red by the pressure he given.

"You want water right, then come with me" khushi said tying her dupatta in one side.

Khushi breath hitched seeing his half naked state, only towel is tied on his body. Control yourself khushi, it's restricted area. She gulped controlling her nerves seeing him like this for first time.

"Come" she hold his hand, guided him to street. Arnav like a good boy following his wife, what's in his hand when he can't even see anything around him.

She stopped reaching the pump, withdrawing her hands "Stand still" ordering him she engrossed in filling the bucket. While arnav perked his ears to gauge, where he was?

"Damadji is here, any problem khushi beta" arnav can hear some old lady voice for which khushi replies about water issue and the lady excused from there.

Suddenly he felt a splash of cold water on his face, before he could tell her to slow down another splash made his eyes red.

Rubbing his eyes to erase the irritation formed due to the force of water he gritted in annoyance "Are you mad?" Khushi stood with puppy face while her mind doing happy dance.

"Here take this kerchief, it is soft you'll feel good" Out of nowhere they heard new voice.

Khushi frowned being interrupted, shifting her gaze on voice she stood open mouth. There five to eight girls stood gawking her husband without shame.

Khushi snatched the kerchief from the girl "Who are you?"

"Preeto friends, we came for her wedding" one of the girl answered, in fact she's the only one genuinely not staring him. She looks disinterested. Khushi smiled at her and turned at the girl who forwarded the towel "I thought you came here to enjoy wedding, but looks like you're enjoying something else" Arnav was amused hearing her jealous cum possessive sarcastic wifey voice. His earlier irritation, annoyance took back seat. His brain want to see her possessive side more so he jumped in this golden opportunity.

"Khushi, they're helping us. Give me the cloth. They took so much effort to took it for me, we should appreciate their effort"

She glared him pushing his extending hands which are ready to snatch the kerchief from her.

"Err...see how his eyes are red. Why are you restricting him. He's willing to take our help" the girl tried her luck again; why not when an handsome man is standing in street giving them free show.

"Haww...hey devimaiyya don't they know a word called shame in dictionary. Why can't they stare salman khan whose pictures are pasted for advertisement everywhere" she mumbled herself but loud enough for arnav as she was standing before him blocking him.

Giving lopsided smile he bent his head near her ear and asks in low voice "Kyun farak padta hai, why it matters to you?"

She turned abruptly hearing this question in unwanted time. Till now she only asked him why it matters? Now he's asking the same question.

She stared him trying to read his soul, who is this man? He came in her life like a cyclone and swallowing whole of her feelings before disappearing into the place where no one can understand him. Why her heart beat increases whenever he's near? Why his each and every emotions matter to her? When she can ignore shyam who betrayed her then why can't she throw this man away from her heart and mind even after he inflicted pain in her wherever she goes. Why? Why is it matter to her? Why she felt like crying seeing him engaged to lavanya? Why she felt like shutting herself in room seeing him close to lavanya hugging her? Why she felt the need of him whenever she land in trouble? Why her heart earn for his glimpse even if it was hate? Why she still living with him agreeing to his contract? If she says it's for her family then it was a white lie as she know he'll not let aakash suffer. Then what is it? Why it matters when some other girls stare at her husband? Yes husband, why is it matters? Is it because he tied mangalsutra on her or some other reason? Why? Why? Her mind screamed while heart calmly smiled "Because it was love"

"Khushi.. Don't you think soap are drying in my body, it's sticky?" He whispered near her ear making her out of her thoughts.

Tightening her lips she hurriedly empty the whole bucket on his head in irritation both by his question and the girls. Shocked by her gesture arnav wiped his face not knowing what effect he's giving to the other occupants there.

Khushi noticed all pair of eyes still gawking her husband. Smacking her forehead for this stupid prank which turned sheer torture for her, she wrapped her dupatta around him covering him. Arnav baffled by her actions, he never thought Khushi will do something like this. Why she's getting angry and jealous on them? Isn't she loves shyam then how can she be jealous and possessive for him? Why she's glaring them like he's her possession? Even she said they should stare salman khan than him. What is mean by that? Am i important for her? How it will be loved by her? His heart jumped in joy with this thought even though his mind giving warning signals.

Both of their minds travelling in same path after long time.

Throwing a deathly glare towards the girls, she dragged him inside and released her hold only when they reached her room. Turning to him she warned in same heat and frustration "Don't ever think of giving this free show to others. It's only my haqq...no one else.." And smiled hiding from him before marching outside.

Arnav stood pondering over her words, now he's sure somewhere in her heart he's there. Is it love or something else he should find out? Maybe his stay in gupta house will give him answer for his riddle.

~Jealousy sometimes helps us to know our love which we unaware of and do good too~

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Next part continued in next chapter...