Part 15 Plan Implemented

The next day evening

Govind was still in the office whereas Thrimurthi hadn't come from college yet. Khushi was silent but her mind was not. It was always thinking about Arnav and his safety.

She saw Neya rushing with her phone. Khushi was annoyed, seeing her. She knew why she was there.

"Khushi please, talk to Shiv..." She pleaded as Khushi expected.

Khushi thought for a while and took the phone from Neya's hand. Neya's face bloomed with happiness. She felt like, she had achieved something big unaware of the truth. Khushi gave the phone to her ear.

"Hello, Khushi..." Shiv Shankar's voice skated like butter.

"Tell me," she said rigidly.

"How are you?"

"What do you think?" she questioned him back without giving an answer to his question.

Shiv Shankar managed himself.

"I hope you are alright"

"Oh..."

"You don't worry, Khushi... I will give you a new life"

"Who begged you for a new life? Am I?" she said with an extreme level of calmness yet she spat fire through the words.

"I think you are upset..."

"You could do nothing about it"

Shiv Shankar sensed her controlling her anger.

"In the US, the second marriage is not at all a matter. It's all common in America"

"The much I know, no American cares about Virginity... losing virginity is also common in America. If it is the condition, why do you want me to be a Virgin?"

Shiv Shankar didn't expect a direct hit from Khushi. He never knew she could be bold enough to talk about Virginity.

"Actually... it is for my parents... they are conservative after all"

"Instead of testing me, you could have asked me... I would have told you the truth if you had asked me whether I'm a virgin or not"

Shiv was embarrassed to face such a situation.

"It's not necessary..."

Cutting him,

"Why? Did you get to know the content of the certificate already?" though the question mocked him she asked it in a serious tone.

Shiv Shankar gulped down hard. This girl had the guts to talk to him like this.

"Don't believe the certificate. I'm not a virgin" Khushi said the truth.

"Khushi, I know you are upset..."

"So?"

"Everything will be alright..."

"How?"

"You will forget everything if you get pregnant..."

Khushi laughed upon hearing that nonsense.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I thought you will make me forget everything by keeping me HAPPY (she stressed). You made me speechless... Your plan is just WOW..." She again laughed mockingly.

Shiv Shankar was lacking words.

"It seems you will start the process of producing a baby from the first day of our wedding?" she laughed again.

Shiv Shankar was silent.

"What do you think, I will forget MY HUSBAND if you marry me AGAIN?"

"Khushi, it's all over..."

"Who the hell are you to say that? Arnav is my husband... You can never touch me with my acceptance. I will feel ONLY HIM even if you touch me forcefully. I will remember only his face whenever you touch me... I will remember how he made me feel..."

Shiv Shankar disconnected the call furiously. Neya was looking at her thunder stuck, like, 'what the hell was she doing?'

"What have you done, Khushi? Do you have any idea what you just did? Your father will kill you if he gets to know what you talked to shiv"

"He can't kill me because I'm already DEAD. How could he kill the dead body?"

"You became mad..."

"You guys made me mad"

Neya left the place as she was not ready to waste her time on Khushi. Khushi spilled a satisfactory smile. Neya told Megla about Khushi and Shiv Shanar's conversation.

Megla rushed to Khushi and slapped her hard. Khushi stood with a rocky expression, glaring at her. Megla held her shoulders.

"What do you think of yourself?" she shook her wrathfully.

"I think, I'm Mrs. Arnav," Khushi said calmly.

Megla was shocked.

"Don't complicate the issue Khushi"

"Who is complicating? It's you... you could have simplified the issue by leaving me with my husband but you guys complicated it by snatching me from him"

"What can you do...??? Nothing... don't forget that. You have to marry Shiv. You have no choice. Keep it in your mind"

Khushi threw a sharp gaze at her. Megla left the place with irritation. Megla was not wrong. What could she do against her father and Linga? After all, she was a minor.

After a while,

Khushi saw Megla going to the washroom. She locked the door from outside, without making noise. She knew that was time for a LIVE program on a famous channel. Taking the receiver, she dialed the channel number. It was engaged. She kept trying for the number. Of course, Megla was knocking on the door continuously. After twenty minutes of continuous try, Khushi got the line. She was the last caller of the program. The host of the program asked her name.

"Hello, you are the last caller... may we know your good name?"

"I'm Khushi... Mrs. Khushi Arnav"

Before the host asked the next question, Khushi continued.

"My father's name is Govind, working as a government engineer. My house has been located in Milk Colony. I have been kept under house arrest. They brought me from my husband because I'm not a major but they are planning my wedding with someone. Still, I'm a minor. They are threatening me to agree to the wedding. I'm scared. They will kill my husband. His name is Arnav. He lives in Burari. His area police station SI Mr. Rudra is keeping Arnav's family in his control. Please save him."

"Are they torturing you?"

"Yes... they beat me... my Mom slapped me a few minutes ago. You can see my swelled-up cheek if you come here"

Khushi heard a few footsteps.

"Someone is coming. I'm cutting the call" She disconnected the call and unlocked the washroom door.

Govind and Linga entered.

"What did you speak to Shiv?" Govind asked Khushi heatedly.

It seems Shiv called Govind and told him about their conversation.

"I spoke the truth"

"This is not good for you... because of you, the boy is going to rot in hell. Marry Shiv and go to the US. However, we will do that"

"You can't do it," Khushi said, looking at them with a soft expression. Linga and Govind spared a glance.

"How could you guys get me married? Did you forget, I'm still a minor? There are forty-six days to go... then only I will become a major. Till then, you can't get me married" she said calmly.

"Khushi, go inside... this is not a way to talk to elders," Govind said roughly.

"Dad, I just am making you alert. You will be behind bars if anyone files a complaint against you. You can keep your eye on HIM and his family but what could you do with his friends? He has a huge friends circle. Anyone can do that for him... I'm sure they will..."

Govind looked at Linga.

"And... what will you do if anyone goes to the human rights commission, after my marriage? You separated me from my HUSBAND just because I'm a minor. Will you do the same mistake again? Do you think Arnav will leave you guys?"

Govind advanced her raising his hand. Khushi took a knife from the dining table.

"Dare you... I will wound myself... if you raise your hand on me."

"You no need to be alive," Govind said wrathfully.

"Is this why you bring me from him? Ok, I'm ready to die. But he won't leave you... you will have to answer HIM"

"Who the hell is he?"

"My HUSBAND" she exclaimed.

Govind and Linga stood horror-struck.

To be continued...