Accidentally In Love - Chapter 20

An awkward silence filled the main hall after Payal and Rahul's departure. Nani and Mami soon retreated upstairs to their own rooms and Akash, after staring longingly at the door Payal had exited from, joined them. Arnav and Fateh stood side by side staring at a stricken looking Anjali and feeling like they were 10 years old again and Rahul and Anjali had, had their first large fight. 

"Uh Di..?" Arnav began softly. Anjali jolted and glanced at Arnav, Fateh, and Khushi as though she had just remembered they were there.

"Voh uh Chote hum - hum bass abhi aaye. That - Arnav I - I'll be right back." she finished lamely, limping towards the stairs and disappearing into her own bedroom. 

The silence was deafening. Arnav felt his stress levels begin to rise again, thinking about what this would do to Di. Whether she'd be able to handle Rahul's reappearance in her life so soon after Shyam's desertion. Glancing down, he caught Khushi's eye. She was watching him with an unreadable expression in her eyes, an intensity of sorts. 

He took a small step closer to her and cleared his throat softly, intending to speak. She continued to regard him, her complete focus centred around Arnav as he opened his mouth to speak and -

"Hey Khushi, how do you know Rahul?"

He was going to kill Fateh any day now and that was that. Khushi seemed to jolt out of her, for once, Arnav-centric world and turned to look at Fateh. 

"Voh, jab hum Lucknow mein rehte teh, toh kuch derr ke liye aapke bhai humare padosi teh. Unki aur humari dosti khoob jamgayi aur voh Jiji ke bhi kaafi kareeb agaye teh. Leken phir voh business ke silsile mein chale gaye aur ajj humne unhe dobara dekh liya. Bada maza aaya! When I lived in Lucknow, your brother was my neighbour for a while. He and I became fast friends, and him and Payal got pretty close too. But then he moved abroad for business and then I see him again today! It was amazing!" 

"Khushi?" The trio glanced up as Payal poked her head through the door, politely smiling at Arnav and Fateh before focusing her gaze on Khushi.

"Chalo, let's go. Buaji Rahulji se milna chahti hai. Buaji wants to meet Rahul." Khushi nodded animatedly and said an enthusiastic goodbye to Fateh before turning to Arnav and freezing almost entirely. 

"Uh well..  namaste -bye Arnavji." She said softly, wrapping her arms around herself and nodding jerkily before fleeing out the door. 

"Bye Khushi." He muttered dejectedly as the door swung shut behind her with a dull thud and once again Shantivan plunged into silence. 

"Does this make me Harry?" 

"Shut the hell up Fateh." 

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"Okay boys. Akash is getting married in a week. Which means that we only have a week of fun left munchkins." Dhruv said clapping his hands together enthusiastically.

"Munchkin my ass, you are the youngest one here." Fateh said matter-of-factly and Akash nodded in agreement.

"Fateh don't be a little bitch okay? We are here to enjoy ourselves and that is what we will do." Dhruv declared and brought out a box from behind him.

"Guess what I brought?" He asked slowly and Akash looked uneasy at the implication.

"Cake?"

"No."

"Cookies?"

"No."

"Cheetos?"

"No."

"ICE CREAM?!"

"NO!"

"Then I'm not interested." Fateh scoffed, and Dhruv rolled his eyes, stalking closer to the pair before pulling a long, clear bottle out of the box.

"Is that -"

"No -"

"You didn't - "

"HOW DID YOU CLEAR CUSTOMS?!" Akash broke out with a shocked gasp.

"Well bend me over and fuck me silly - you brought me VODKA?!" Fateh crooned, yanking the bottle out of Dhruv's hand and cradling it to him.

"OHH AND IT'S THE RUSSIAN KIND." He groaned and Dhruv looked slightly disgusted before wrestling the bottle away from him.

"ACTUALLY IT'S FOR BHAI! I was gonna give it to him to try and butter him up so he'd give me a job," Dhruv admitted and Fateh snorted as Akash rolled his eyes.

"But now I think I might need to give it to him just so he doesn't kill me for hypothetically attempting to marry his woman."

"No bottle of vodka is going to stop me from killing you, you little shit." Arnav snarled from the doorway and Akash started snickering while Fateh plucked the bottle from Dhruv's now limp grip.

"See? He's going to offer you up as a sacrifice to Hades either way, so you might as well give that to someone who will put it to good use."

"Bhai! BHAI! MERI BAAT TOH SUNIYE. LISTEN TO ME. BHAI - NAHIN PLEASE!" Dhruv shrieked as Arnav stalked towards him, a steady growl erupting from between his clenched teeth.

"2 minutes. You have 2 minutes." Arnav snapped out , standing completely still; his frame was tensed and he glared down at  Dhruv who smiled meekly.

"Firstly, dayumn my brother you have some severe lycanthropic tendencies. Ever considered being chained on the full moon?"

When Arnav didn't laugh and Fateh and Akash boo-ed in disappointment, Dhruv hastened to continue after glaring at them sharply.

"Bhai - I - I ship you and Khushi - er Bhabhi?. Seriously you guys are my new OTP!"

"Your what?" Arnav said quietly, his brow furrowing in confusion. His expression however, hadn't softened in the slightest and Dhruv took that as a bad sign.

"OTP CMON ARNAV WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE!" Fateh called out, shaking his head as he passed the bottle to Akash.

"One True Pairing Bhai, aur kya? What else?" Akash said condescendingly, as he downed a swig of vodka before chuckling.

"Voh kya hai na, Di ne yeh sab kuch mujhse karaya. DI MADE ME DO ALL THIS. OTHERWISE, HEY I DON'T CARE. KHUSHI'S ALL YOURS." Dhruv cried, his hands up in surrender around him.

This was it. The moment of - well death. Arnav was going to finish him off once and for all and Dhruv would never again see the light of day. He would never get married, get a job, or even get to drink that expensive as fuck Vodka.

"Fucking hell Di - pass me the bottle you little bitches."
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"Well Arnav ma boy, I do believe you are drunk." Fateh said laughing at Arnav who was lying on one of the couches staring at the ceiling in a contemplative manner.

"I don't know, am I?" Arnav asked in a soft voice and Fateh gave a snort. "Is it really possible to be drunk? Or do we all just lose the fear that others will judge us."

"Woah there Oprah, calm your balls. I don't need another in depth discussion on Quantum Mechanics like the last time you had a few too many."

"Quantum Mechanics? Man, Physics is just amazing." Arnav began and Fateh groaned angrily.

"HEY ARNAV, ARNAV! LET'S TALK ABOUT KHUSHI! KHUSHI HUH, YEAAAH KHUSHI, PRETTY GIRL." Fateh encouraged with a cheesy smile and enthusiastic nods to further his point.

"Khushi?" Arnav asked, a slow smile spreading across his face and Fateh resisted the urge to squeal like a fangirl.

"Yessssss Khussssshi Kumaaaarriii Guptaaaaa. Remember her? You used to call me and complain about her at 3 am Toronto time?"

"How could I complain about Khushi? Khushi's perfect." Arnav crooned and Fateh snorted, choking on his laughter.

"Khushi Kumari Gupta is the most insolent, ridiculous, incompetent human being I've ever had the displeasure of unfortunately laying my eyes on." Fateh growled in a convincing impersonation of Arnav, who now hung off the sofa to stare at him with a poker face.

"Yo fuck you dude." he said simply and Fateh started to laugh.

"You care about her man." Arnav nodded in response to the statement and sighed as he fell back into thought.

Did he know whether he loved Khushi? Well - yes he did. He knew it well.

Was he going to admit that to Khushi? Well... that was another matter entirely.

"The way I see it Stud Muffin, there is no time like the present.  You love her? YOU TELL HER YOU LOVE HER. DO IT RIGHT NOW."

"NOW?!" Arnav gasped, sitting ramrod straight with a few spluttered coughs.

"RIGHT. NOW. Before some creep with a paan stall comes along." Fateh said emphatically.

"Who is this creep?!" Arnav growled dangerously, and Fateh groaned.

"Goddamn it dumbshit, you're missing the basic point here." He quipped, "Go tell Khushi you love her."

"I love her? I love her. I LOVE HER. THAT'S RIGHT. I DO." Arnav said, standing up and pacing the rug, "I. Love. Khushi. Oh fuck no, Fateh I love Khushi, what do I DO!?" His voice took on a high note of desperation at the end and Fateh dragged his hand down his face slowly with a low groan of exasperation.

"I knew I should have been friends with Manish Malhotra instead. Hey assbutt, how about you do what we discussed and you tell her."

"Okay," Arnav said solidly, and nodded sternly before whipping around again with a horrified expression on his face, "How do I do that?!"

"Open your mouth, and the words will come." Fateh said slowly and Arnav nodded again.

"What if she rejects me?" He cried, sitting on the floor at Fateh's feet with a muttered curse.

"Well then she rejects you, that's her choice. But you'll never know if you don't try. Besides, she won't judge you. Hopefully. Trust me I'm practically a human behaviour specialist." Fateh said soothingly, rubbing Arnav's head.

"You took one High School Sociology course," Arnav muttered, before taking a deep breath and gathering all his courage.

"Okay Fateh, you're gonna drive me to Khushi's house, and we're gonna tell her. I mean - I'm going to tell her. I'm going to tell her ki mujhe farq kyun padta hai. I'm going to tell her why it matters to me." Arnav said firmly before standing up and walking out towards the car with a new sense of determination.

"Why what matters? Crazy man," Fateh muttered before doing a happy dance of victory and quickly following Arnav out.

Khushi and Arnav were totally about to become a thing. 

Accidentally In Love - Chapter 19

"Rahul?" Khushi echoed in confusion and Fateh nodded. 

"Like Raichand." He affirmed and Khushi sank into silence, thinking of another Rahul she'd known years ago.

She watched as Arnav backed away from him and felt her mouth drop open as she stared at the man in front of her. Rahul Singh Brar.
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"You're making a huge mistake Anjali."

"Jo bhi ho, yeh aapka faisla nahin hai. Humne faisla kar liya hai. Hum Shyamji se shaadi karenge. Whatever, it's not your choice. I've decided. I am marrying Shyam."

"How well do you even know him?! Anjali -- he could be anyone-"

"Voh humse pyaar karte hain! He loves me!"

"Tumse ya kuch aur se? You, or something else?!"

*slap*

"Aapki himmat kaise hui?! Sab log aapke pitaah ke jaise nahin hote. How dare you!? Not everyone is like your father."

"Excuse me?"

"Haan! Sab log aapke aur aapke pitaah ki tarah nahin hote. Jo ek aurat ki zindagi ko kabu mein rakhna chaahate hain. Usse apne faisle nahin banane dete aur ant mein, ussi ko chod ke chale jaate hain! Not everyone is like you and your father. Who want to control the lives of the women around them. Who don't let them make their choices and then ultimately leave them for what was it.. being too boring."

"Don't you dare talk about my family Anjali -"

"Kya karlenge aap?! Aap apne aap ko humare sabse ache dost kehte hain, leken aap humare liye khush nahin ho sakhte?! What are you going to do?! You call yourself my best friend but you can't be happy for me."

"You know what Anjali. Jo karna hai karlo. Do what you want."

"You're leaving?! FINE. JUST LEAVE. IT'S WHAT YOUR FAMILY DOES BEST."

"No Anjali. Abandonment is what you do best."

Anjali shook her head to clear herself of the memories that seemed to haunt her more now than ever.

He had been right. She hadn't known Shyam at all. She had given up her best friend for Shyam and Shyam had kicked her to the curb. She had broken him, Shyam had broken her.

On some level she deserved it. She had been so happy to find someone compliment her despite her leg that she had missed what she had, had all along. 

He was probably happy now, married, with someone who appreciated him and made him feel like Superman. 

The car stopped outside of Shantivan and she sighed, slowly climbing out of it recognizing Fateh's car outside as a symbol of his arrival.

She was quite thankful Fateh had chosen not to get involved in whatever had happened between him and her and keep to his own relationship with Arnav, because everything was just awkward enough as it is.

As she began approaching the house she wondered what he would say to her if he knew about Shyam's betrayal. I told you so? I'm sorry you went through that?

Pushing opening the door, grumbling all the while about how the entire family had just left her outside, she froze. 

Because he was there. Standing in front of her, touching Nani's feet, smiling at Mamiji, congratulating Akash and looking straight at her.

Anjali froze as she stared straight ahead into the eyes of Rahul Singh Brar, the man who had told her so. 
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Arnav winced as the tension in the room seemed to increase tenfold as Anjali and Rahul came face to face.

Dammmmn, and he had thought it was bad to look at Khushi after she'd friend-zoned him. This was much worse.

"Darling, am I the only one who feels this horrible amount of tension?" Arnav slowly shook his head in response to Fateh's question and the room plunged into silence until Khushi finally spoke.

"Arre Rahul! Aap!? Aap toh aise hi gayab ho gaye teh!!! Rahul? You? You just disappeared on us!"

"Is that little Khushi Kumari Gupta?" Rahul said, squinting slightly as he looked into Khushi's face. A smile suddenly broke out over his solemn expression, lighting up his eyes.

"It is! Look at you! All grown up and beautiful... and injured. What did you do to yourself this time? And more importantly in this lot? What brings you here bunny?" 

"Jiji ki shaadi Akashji se ho rahi hai! Payal is marrying Akash!"

Rahul's expression cleared again before he stared down at the ground.

"Congratulations Payal. I'm very happy to see that you were able to grow in the way we discussed. Best of luck with... the family."  

Rahul's voice, which had started out warm and happy, held a definite edge by the end of his statement and Arnav saw Di wince out of the corner of his eye. Still in a state of shock at the fact that Khushi knew Rahul, he found himself unable to do much other than gape at her. 

"Rahul... kya hum aapse baat kar sakhte hain?  Can I talk to you?" Payal said quietly, and Rahul nodded, saying that he had to leave anyways and without a word to Anjali, bid everyone else goodbye and followed Payal out the door. 

Immediately Nani began discussing how nice it would be to catch up with Rahul during Akash's wedding and Arnav immediately realized just how awkward this wedding was going to be. 

Accidentally In Love - Chapter 18

Song of the Chapter: Jeene Laga Hoon - Ramaiya Vastavaiya 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDVHsKvoG-w

People say that there are near death moments that make a persons life flash before their eyes. Dhruv Singh Raizada was currently having his rather unsatisfactory life flash periodically before his eyes. 

Dhruv saw Arnav emerge from Khushi's room and knew it was game time. Standing, he cleared his throat and began to approach Arnav, who's back was turned, ready to initiate phase two of Anjali's master plan. To taunt Arnav into a confession. 

Readying himself, he approached Arnav wearily. Before he could reach him however, Arnav turned and stared right at Dhruv. 

Aaaand this is where Dhruv's life flashed before his eyes. Arnav's expression changed into one that Dhruv had never seen on his face before, primal rage, and he began to stalk towards him. Dhruv's eyed widened into saucers and he made a sprint for it, jumping over the couch to reach the exit before Arnav reached him. 

He vaguely heard Arnav curse loudly and Dhruv only breathed a sigh of relief once he'd reached the car outside and leaned against it panting heavily. 

It was a little while later that the family, minus Arnav and Khushi, came outside.

"Hum mandir jaa rahe hain. Voh kya hai na, hum Khushiji ke sehet ke liye ek pooja karna chathe hai, toh hum aate hain teek hai? We're all going to the temple. You see, we want to do a prayer for Khushi's health, so we'll be back okay?"

"Main bhi chalunga Di! I'll come too Di!" Dhruv said quickly, catching sight of Arnav walking towards the door. 

"Acha! That's great!" Dhruv nodded frantically in response and began to shove everyone into the car quickly as Arnav's form grew closer and closer.

"GODDAMN IT MOHAN DRIVE!" Dhruv roared, finally leaping into the vehicle himself and breathing a sigh of relief as the frightened driver stepped on it and Voldemort -- Arnav was left behind.
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Khushi was angry. Angrier than she had been in a while. She had just bathed, in LAAD GOVERNORS BATHROOM hai Devi Maiya help her, and now was attempting to get dressed. Key word being attempting. It wasn't going so well at the moment. 

Firstly, Khushi was tormented with thoughts of what Laad Governor had done in that very same shower, which weren't very appropriate thoughts to be having about her sisters brother-in-law to begin with, but to make things worse Khushi couldn't tie the dori at the back of her suit. 

Her hands stretched and stretched and she could feel the pain in her stitches. Gasping slightly, she automatically let her hands fall to her sides, bunching in the chiffon fabric of her blood red anarkali. The suit seemed fancy, very fancy, not something her mother and father could afford with its intricate designs. 

"Anjaliji," she called out, loud enough for anyone downstairs to hear. At the same time, she hoped and prayed that Laad Governor - Arnav wouldn't hear instead and come hurrying up to his room to investigate. 

She sighed and called for Anjali again when there wasn't a response and began to attempt to tie it herself again, only to have warm hands replace hers and begin to tie the dori. 

She tensed as she felt the fingers began to deliberately and slowly brush over hers. It was then that Khushi realized, with a pang, that these fingers were too rough, long, too masculine to be Anjali's. 

She gasped and turned to see Arnav himself standing immediately behind her, hands still poised in position. She backed up in shock and felt her back hit the door of his cupboard. 

"Careful!!" His warning rang out a moment too late. Khushi jumped and glanced back at the door behind her, surprised at its placement. 

"Aap. Aap yahan kya kar rahe hain? Wh-wha-what are you doing here?" Khushi whispered, her hands fluttering self consciously over her form, once again lacking a dupatta. 

" Main - uh - tumhari madat karne ke liye...? Uh- I. I came to help you with the- you know." Arnav said gruffly, running his hand through his dark locks. His jacket had been discarded and his sleeves were rolled up midway, tie loosened. 

" Humne Anjaliji ko bulaya tha. I called Anjali." Khushi said softly, her tone not accusing, but not giving anything away either. 

Especially the erratic thumping of her traitorous heart, who just couldn't get over the acidity.

" Di ghar par nahin hai. Sirf main aur Hariprakash hai. Aur maine socha ki Hariprakash ke age mera number ayega. Di's not home. She went to the Mandir with Nani to do a pooja for your wellbeing. It was either me or Hariprakash. I assumed that you'd prefer me." Arnav said shrewdly, recovering from his momentary nervousness, smirk back in place, arms crossed over his chest. 

His muscles seemed to protrude from his rather tight, almost indecently so, shirt and Khushi felt an irrational surge of jealousy travel through her at the thought of other women in his office admiring him as she was now. 

" Toh aao. Yahan aao. So come on over here, and let me finish that up." He said, his smirk now so wide that a sliver of his straight white teeth could be seen. His arms were wide open and his hands beckoned to her. He seemed to ooze masculinity and unintended sensuality. Khushi ached for nothing more than to run into the warmth and security that his embrace presented- wait what? No she was fine where she was thank you very much. 

Before she knew it, or had even begun to register what she was doing, her feet were carrying her towards him. She stopped before him, eyes trained on the few top buttons of his black shirt that had been undone, providing a tantalizing glimpse of the marble carved physique that must lie in wait beneath. Hai Devi Maiya, what on earth was she thinking?!

 He grasped her shoulders, gently turning her so her back was to him and once again began to tie her dori. Khushi pretended not to notice the teasing trails of fire his fingers left as they deliberately, or accidentally she didn't know, brushed over her back. 

She only realized that he had finished when she felt the absence of his warmth from behind her. She slowly turned to face him, now taking her dupatta from his waiting hands and draping it over herself, and glanced up at him. 

" Shukriya. Thank you Arnavji." She whispered, her eyes averting as her cheeks blossomed with colour. 

Arnav's smirk got wider and he nodded in acknowledgement. 

"Don't mention it Khushi." He replied and she opened her mouth to protest, not realizing his meaning. 

"Khushi!" He said sharply, cutting her off before she could begin. 

"I meant you're welcome, it was no trouble, any time. " 

Khushi nodded and Arnav shook his head in amusement before placing one of his large hands on the small of her back and leading her out of his room towards the stairs. 

Khushi stared up at him, not believing that this was the same man who had dropped her from his office window, degraded her multiple times, forced her to watch him get engaged to another woman. But her heart told her that indeed he was. He was the same man who had saved her from the speeding car that night, caught her when she fell from the ramp, held her while she cried in his arms, talked to her about the stars, and made her heart speed up every time he was near. 

Khushi was so lost in her admiration that she didn't even realize when she lost her footing on the stairs. She yelped, and prepared for the fall and more stitches, when she felt a pair of arms encircle her waist tightly, hauling her up against a muscular frame. 

She opened her eyes to glance up at Arnav Singh Raizada as he stood, holding her in his arms. 

"Careful damn it.  Dekh kar nahin chal sakhti. Can't you watch where you're going?  Gir jaati toh!? What if you had fallen?  Kuch hojata toh? What if you had broken something? You scared me!" Arnav growled down at her and Khushi felt the familiar racing of her heart begin again. 

"That's it. I'm not letting you walk down or up the stairs anymore. Who knows what you'll do to yourself. Unbelievable man." Arnav snarled as he stooped and scooped Khushi up into his arms.

"ARNAVJI!  Chodiye humein! Hum chal sakhte hain! Put me down! I can walk! I'm fine! Arnavji!" Khushi gasped, struggling in his arms while he settled her more comfortably within the confines of his protective embrace. 

"Khushi! Bass, rehne do. It's a moot point. Drop it." Arnav advised, tightening his arms protectively, as he began the descent down the stairs. Suddenly he froze and stared down at Khushi for the longest time. There was an intensity to his gaze that unnerved her.

 It took a minute for her to realize what had unsettled him and when she did, colour flooded her cheeks again. She slowly reached her tiny hand up, curling it securely around his collar, grasping the fabric properly in her small hand.

 A coy glance upwards told her Arnav was smiling, a full blown smile, and had begun his descent again, arms tightening around her once again, this time with a sense of possessiveness as though she was his to carry all day if he wished. 

Khushi sighed and leaned her head down on his shoulder, tightening her grip on his collar, as she inhaled his masculine, classy scent. She was finally home. 

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Khushi was sitting on the couch, coyly watching Arnav who sat directly across from her. Just as she was mustering up the courage to speak to him, the front doors flew open. 

"STUD MUFFIN. MAIN AGAYA. I AM HERE. TUMHARI SOONI ZINDAGI SAVAR GAYI. YOUR SAD LIFE HAS BEEN REDEEMED."

Khushi worked hard to resist laughter as she saw Arnav's eyes press shut tightly and saw his jaw clench at the sound of Fateh's rambunctious arrival. 

"Fateh." Arnav said shortly and Khushi actually did laugh when Fateh jumped onto the couch and grabbed Arnav in a bear hug. 

"Ooh I missed you!" Fateh finally released Arnav and blew a kiss at his very irritated self.

"OI RAHUL. PANCHODE TENU INVITATION CHEIDA?! BEJA. Fucker, you need an invitation? Sit down." 

Arnav stood suddenly, his expression changing to shock. 

"Rahul? Rahul Brar? Good to see you man." Arnav gave the man a hug and stepped back, shaking hands with him. 

Khushi slowly stood only to be approached by Fateh. 

"That's my older brother Rahul. I always thought he had a thing for Anjali." 

Accidentally In Love - Chapter 17

Song of the Chapter: Hum Nahin Tere Dushmanon Mein - Hungama

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_0jWGUURY8

Dhruv watched the play of emotions across his older brother's face with growing amusement. Amusement that turned quite quickly to dread when Arnav's features settled decidedly on one fixed emotion. Rage. 

Now Dhruv Singh Raizada was many things. He was not however, stupid. He knew well what Arnav was thinking, and knew well that it meant Anjali would be planning his funeral by the end of the week if she kept this up. He'd only wanted to come home for a nice vacation, be able to attend Akash's wedding, now that it had been post-poned, and then get a job and settle down. 

But no. Obviously this plan did not suit his sister and now Dhruv found himself at the centre of his older brother's warpath. Dhruv was the unicorn, and Arnav was Lord Voldemort. Except Arnav had a nose-- but that didn't make much of a difference cause either way Dhruv was dead. 

Flashback

"Di! Main agaya! I'm here!" Dhruv chanted running into Shantivan with his arms spread wide.

"Dhruv? Hai Bhagwan, tum kitne bade hogaye ho!! Oh lord, you've gotten so big!" Anjali's gaze raked over him, her hands cupping his face. 

"Di Akash ne mujhe uss ghatiya insaan ke bare main bataya. Akash told me about that wretched man. You okay?" Dhruv gently moved Anjali's hands off of his face and clasping both her hands in his. 

"Haan Dhruv, hum teekh hain. Humne voh saab bhula diya hai. Ab hum ek naiye aurat hai, hum mazboot hai, aur koi Shyam Manohar Jha humein todh nahin payega. Yes, Dhruv I'm fine. I've forgotten all of that and now I'm a new woman. No Shyam Manohar Jha will be able to break me." Anjali said passionately and Dhruv nodded, smiling softly down at his older sister.

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"That's great Di! Akash aur sab lokh kahan hai? Where's Akash and everyone?" 

Anjali called out and the entire family came streaming into the sitting room and Dhruv cheered and ran forwards to hug Akash.

"BHAI! AND HOW ARE YOU?!" He yelled, stepping back and Akash beamed.

"I'm fine, aur tum? And you?" Dhruv shrugged in response and Akash grasped his shoulders firmly before turning him to a petite woman by his own side. 

"Dhruv, yeh Payalji hai. Meri hone wali patni. This is Payal, my future wife." Akash said shyly and Dhruv smiled roguishly.

"Ji Namaste. Hi." Payal said quietly and Dhruv responded in kind, trying not to burst out into song and scare Payal away before she'd even married Akash. 

"Dhruv bitwa," Dhruv whipped around and threw himself at his grandmother, cheering loudly.

"DADI! Kaisi hai aap? How are you grandma?" Devyani Raizada laughed and responded that she was fine.

"Aap bilkul Chote jaisan laagat hai. You look just like Arnav." She said fondly, and Dhruv laughed, squirming out of her tight grip and greeting the rest of his family. 

"Bhai kahan hai? Where's Arnav?" he asked finally, after stepping away from his Manorama Chachi -- Dhruv's father had been Devyani and Abhay Raizada's first born.

"Voh hospital gaye hain, Fateh ke saath, Khushiji ko lene. He's gone to the hospital with Fateh to get Khushi." Di responded, gesturing for Dhruv to sit beside her.

"WOW FATEH BHI YAHAN HAI? ITNA MAZA AYEGA! Fateh's here too? It'll be so much fun!" He gushed and Manorama laughed affectionately and nodded.

"Leken yeh Khushi kaun hai? Who is Khushi?" He asked looking around. 

"Humari behen. My sister." Payal said quietly, smiling shyly at him.

"Oh-- wait hospital mein?! Voh teekh toh hai naa? Wait-- she's in the hospital?! Is she OK?!" He asked frantically, scooting forwards to grasp Payal's small hands. 

"Haan Babua, accident hua tha, leken abh Sanka Devi teekh hui gayi hai. Yes, dear there was an accident, but now she's completely fine." said Payal's aunt and Dhruv nodded, settling back into the couch cushions.

"Bhai went to get her specially though-- chakkar kya hai? What's the deal?" 

Anjali laughed gleefully, clapping her hands together and Akash rolled his eyes. 

"PYAAR KA CHAKKAR HAI! IT'S A MATTER OF LOVE!" she burst out and Dhruv choked. Lights flashed in front of his eyes and he was dimly aware of Akash slamming him on the back and NK screaming that he was going to die. 

"LOVE -" he gasped out, struggling to breathe "AND BHAI-" he sagged against NK ,  who looked horrified. 

"Ho hi nahin sakhta. It's not possible." He said finally, breathing heavily and nodding to NK that he could sit down. 

"Actually Dhruv I wanted to talk to you about that --" Anjali said slowly, wringing her hands now and warning signs immediately went off in his head.

"NAHIN! JOH BHI HAI MAIN NAHIN KARUNGA! ARRE MERE BHI KOI ZINDAGI HAI! MAIN MERE BHAI KE HATHON SE MARNA NAHIN CHAATHA. NO! WHATEVER IT IS, I'M NOT DOING IT. I HAVE A LIFE TOO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE AT MY BROTHER'S HANDS!"

"Dhruv!" Akash snapped standing up and grasping him tightly by the shoulders. "What would Dumbledore do?"

Dhruv froze and Akash nodded slowly. "For the greater good Bhai?"

"Haan Dhruv. For the greater good." Anjali said solemnly and Dhruv puffed up proudly. 

"AANE DO BHAI KO. AGAR MAINE BHI UNKA PYAAR CHEENA NAHIN TOH MERA NAAM BADAL DO. LET ARNAV COME. IF I DON'T STEAL HIS LOVE THEN YOU CAN CHANGE MY NAME."

Flashback End

And now it seemed that they were going to change his name. To the Unicorn. What a funeral procession it would be. Arnav stared at him again and motioned for him to come upstairs. Dhruv squeaked and turned the other way pretending he hadn't seen Arnav's command. 

"Margaya, lutgaya. Bhai toh meri- hai bhagwan. I'm dead, I'm gone. Arnav's gonna - oh god." Dhruv muttered under his breath, praying to Jesus, Waheguru, Allah, Devi Maiya anyone he could think of to save himself. 

They all glanced at the staircase when the sounds of Khushi stirring reached them. Before anyone could react however, Arnav had, after a long scathing look at Dhruv, retreated to his room to check on her. 

Anjali clapped with glee while Fateh smirked and everyone else celebrated. Dhruv however was sure of only one thing.

Margaya. He was dead.

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Khushi opened her eyes groggily, immediately wary of the large amounts of sunlight streaming into her eyes. The kind of sunlight that was usually unable to permeate the walls of her awkwardly situated bedroom at Buaji's house. She sat up, rubbing at her eyes and wincing as pain struck through her. 

It felt like she'd just been hit by a truck. 

"You were." Said a deep, male voice from somewhere around the doorway. The tone was dark and bitter and it took Khushi a minute to realize that she must have said that out loud. 

She removed her hands from her face and gasped as she realized she was in Laad Governor's room, in Laad Governor's bed! Swivelling her head towards the doorway, wincing at the pain, she gasped again as she took in the sight of Arnav leaning haphazardly against the door. 

"Aap! Hum- kya- hum yahan kyaa kar rahe hain? Aap yahan kya kar rahe hain!? You! I- wha- what am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?" Khushi spluttered and she could have sworn she saw a smirk grace Arnav's full lips and a slight twinkle return to his molten caramel gaze. 

"Khushi," he said mock-sternly, as he began to walk slowly towards her, much like a predator towards trapped prey, " Yeh mera kamra hai. This is my room." He finished as he came to stand right beside his bed, muscular arms crossed across his broad chest. 

Khushi blushed as she was reminded of his words by the poolside, on the night of Payal's mehendi, when he had- had- done 'that.' 

" Tum yahan iss liye ho kyun ki mujhe tumhe zyaada hilana teekh nahin samjha. Toh maine tumhe yahaan hi rakh liya. As for you what you're doing here, well I didn't think it was right to jostle you too much after I brought you home so I just kept you here." Arnav finished with a light one sided shrug. 

" Haan, yeh bilkul inhi ki soch hogi. Laad Governor. Of course this was his idea. Laad Governor." Khushi muttered pushing her hair back out of her face as she looked anywhere but at Arnav. She glanced down and her cheeks pooled with colour upon realizing that her dupatta was strewn over the chaise on the other side of the room. 

Arnav smirked as he heard her muttering, and tried to contain his own giddiness. It felt like eons ago when he had feared he would never hear his Khushi call him that again.

His smirk disappeared when he realized that she was troubled about something. He followed her hazel gaze across the room and caught sight of her discarded dupatta, the flimsy white piece of fabric thrown across his chaise. Arnav respectfully averted his eyes from Khushis form and slowly made his way to the chaise. 

He leaned down and scooped the fabric into his large hands and turned to face Khushi, keeping his eyes averted. 

Khushi stared at Arnav in shock and felt large amounts of affection swell up inside her at the sight of him gently handling her dupatta. The white fabric was a shocking contrast against Arnav's charcoal grey suit and black shirt and tie. 

He moved his arms slightly and the fabric of his suit clenched around the muscles in his shoulders, outlining the lean fitness of his frame. Khushi felt something else begin to stir within her at the sight of his flexing muscles and the shocking demure and warm twinkle to Arnav's usually cold, stern gaze. 

Khushi looked away when she realized she had been staring at the approaching Arnav whose attention had thankfully, been respectfully placed on something other than the exposed Khushi.
Arnav once again reached the bed and leaned forwards, almost trapping a shocked Khushi against the headboard. 

Their eyes met for a moment, caramel against hazel, and Khushi could have sworn she saw his gaze drop to her lips once. She saw him lean in slightly and without thinking followed suit. But at the last minute he froze, pulling backwards and instead, with painstaking gentleness, draped her dupatta over her frozen frame, modestly covering her. 

Khushi's eyes flew up to meet Arnav's and what she saw there unnerved her. Pure, raw affection. Fondness, warmth, relief, concern, and something else; something she couldn't quite put her finger on. 

"Tumhari Amma tumhare liye kapre layi thi. Vahaan pade hain. Your Amma brought you clothes. They're sitting over there," he said gesturing to the open wardrobe where indeed a folded set of clothes had been placed. 

"I'll leave so you can-" he trailed off, again gesturing towards the clothing and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly and Khushi nodded, blushing again and fixed her gaze on the stitching of his duvet. 

" Agar kisi cheez ki zaroorat ho...If you need anything...call me." Arnav said quietly, and before Khushi could glance at him, shocked, he had gone. Closing the door behind him and leaving Khushi with an array of emotions she wasn't sure she recognized. 

Accidentally In Love - Chapter 16

Song of the Chapter: Chaahat - Blood Money

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9P2I4njWtzE

"Dhruv?! Tum?! You?! What are you doing here?" Arnav ground out, staring his younger brother down. 

Dhruv cocked one brow, and strode forwards with a smirk gracing his features  so much like Arnav's. 

"Kyun Bhai? Main apne ghar nahin a sakhta? Why Arnav? I can't come back home?" He stopped a few inches in front of him and stared down into Khushi's sleeping face.

"Aur... yeh kaun hai Bhai? And.. who is she?" Dhruv smirked with a sort of interest as he looked into Khushi's face. Arnav felt a surge of rage and wanted nothing more than to, at that moment, bash his younger brother's face in. 

"None of your concern." He growled briskly, angling Khushi's face away from Dhruv's view. Seeming to enjoy his brother's primitive reaction, Dhruv threw his head back and laughed, moving out of Arnav's way. 

The family swarmed forwards, oblivious to the muted discussion between the brothers. 

"Arre Arnav babua, Sanka Devi soh gayi? Arnav, did Khushi go to sleep?" 

"Ji Buaji, main isse uppar ke kamre mein- Yes Buaji, I'll just put her upstairs-"

"Haan Babua, jaisan tum teekh samjho. Ok dear, whatever you think is right." Buaji cut him off and after a scathing glance at Dhruv, Arnav climbed the stairs, his Khushi held tightly to his pounding heart. 

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"Chote uppar chale gaye?! Did Arnav go upstairs?!" Anjali whispered, and Fateh leaned around the sofa to check.

"Yup, the wolf is in his den." Silence greeted his words before Anjali shook her head at him and continued in muted tones.

"Dekhiye, humein maloom hai ke Chote ke dil mein Khushiji ke liye kuch toh zaroor hain. Bass voh apni zubaan tak nahin layenge. Toh humne soch liya hai ki agar voh apni marzi se zubaan takh nahin layenge toh hum unse zabardasti ikraar karayenge.  Look. I know Arnav feels something for Khushi. He just won't admit it. So I've decided that if he won't willingly confess, then we will forcibly make him profess his love!" Anjali declared passionately, looking around for support. Nani nodded eagerly, Mami sniffed before nodding slightly, Akash laughed and nodded in support, Dhruv snickered into his hands, Mamaji shook his head in exasperation before nodding, Buaji and Garima nodded slightly, everybody pitched in. Everybody but Fateh. 

"And.. you don't think that there is anything at all wrong with that? That, that is in the least bit manipulative? Agar Arnav kuch kehna nahin chahta, toh Di aapko nahin lagta ki aapko usse waqt dena chahiye? If Arnav doesn't want to confess, don't you think you should give him time?" Fateh asked, raising a brow at Anjali over his coffee.

"Nahin. No." Anjali said simply, leaning back into the pale cushions of the sofa, and folding her arms under her chest, regarding Fateh with a cool gaze.

"Very good, nor do I. I'm in." Fateh said simply, setting his coffee down and leaning towards the group. So... shuru kare? Should we start?" 

______________________________________________________________________Arnav slowly made his way back downstairs after settling Khushi into his room before he stopped dead to listen in on the conversation going on in the sitting room. 

"Haan Madhumatiji! Hum Khushi bitya ko apan ghar ki bahooriya hi banana chaat hai. Yes Madhumati, we want Khushi to be our daughter-in-law." Nani was beaming, and patting Buaji's hand as Buaji nodded and preened like a peacock. 

What?! They were discussing Khushi's marriage into the family? But without asking her first?

"Hume lagta hai ki voh Khushiji ka bohot achi tarah se khyal rakhenge. I think that he'll take very good care of Khushi." Di was saying. Arnav inwardly smirked, of course he would take good care of Khushi, there was no way he wouldn't. 

"Haan aur acha hi hai hello hi bye bye. Yes, and it's a good thing! Saahi baat hai ki agar Khoon- humra matbal hai Payal ki shaadi humre lovely sonwa Akash se ho rahi hai toh Phatee- Khussi...bitya ki shaadi Dhruv se honi chahiye. Badi behen ki shaadi bade bhai se, aur choti behen ki chote bhai se. It makes sense that if Payal marries Akash, Khushi should marry Dhruv. Older sister with the older brother and younger sister with the younger brother." Mami said matter of factly and everyone nodded in agreement and Arnav froze, a sudden chill seeping through his veins.

When that frozen shock became rage, Arnav never realized, but he knew he wanted to murder the brother that he himself had pampered when Dhruv met his eyes from his perch on the sofa, next to a beaming Garima, and smirked before mouthing 

"I win." 

Accidentally In Love - Chapter 15

Accidentally In Love - Chapter 15

Song of the Chapter - Subanallah - Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdjC8e7GFWg

THIS CHAPTER GOES TO typicaldesigirl I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER AWESOME PERSON!

Arnav leapt backwards in alarm, whipping about to face the doorway as Khushi yelped cowering into her pillows. 

"WHAT THE?!" Arnav yelled, staring the man in the doorway. This man was tall, maybe an inch or two taller than Arnav himself, with hair so black it looked blue, as it swung forwards into his navy blue eyes. Khushi had to admit, though she was totally Team Arnav, that he was quite the looker.

"YOU HEARD ME!" The man roared back, storming forwards and shoving Arnav away from her. Khushi gasped as he knelt by her bedside grasping her hand firmly in his own.

"Meri Khushi, meri jaan, tum teekh toh ho na! Mujhe kitni chinta ho rahi thi! My Khushi, my life! Are you okay? I was so worried!" Khushi awkwardly cleared her throat, attempting to pull her hand out of the man's solid iron grip. 

"You son of a fucking bitch." Arnav said slowly and Khushi glanced up at him, shocked at how calm he appeared.

"Now, now Stud Muffin," said the man crouched in front of Khushi soothingly, his eyes still locked with hers, "there's no need to speak so derogatorily about yourself."  Khushi gasped in horror, waiting for the explosion that never came. 

"Shut up and get up here." Arnav said, laughing and Khushi watched in shock as the man released her, laughing as well, and stood up embracing Arnav tightly.

Whaaaaatt? Hai Devi Maiya, had Jenny been right?! Was Arnav- no... she didn't think so... But he was hugging the man so tightly... but he was supposed to be in love with her, wasn't he?!

"Fateh, how've you been man?" Arnav said fondly, stepping back from the hug and Khushi felt her head spin at how wide Laad Governor's smile was.

"Alright man, alright. Oh and listen miss," The man- Fateh- said, turning to face her again and Khushi yanked her hands back as a precaution. He laughed slightly at the action before putting on a remorseful face, "I'm so sorry for yelling like that when I came in. It was really rude and I shouldn't have used that kind of language. Main bohot sharminda hoon ki maine iss tarah se baat ki aur please mujhe maaf kardijiye." 

Khushi smiled at him, seeing the genuine apology in his eyes and nodded. His answering smile was so bright that Khushi blinked a few times, befuddled. 

"Oh and Arnu, I'm sorry for calling you a woman. My woman to be precise. If it helps, you'd be an attractive one. A real chammak challo."  Khushi gave a snort of laughter that immediately died out when Arnav's irritated gaze swivelled to her. 

"Tum kya sochte ho? Ki tum bohot funny ho? What, you think you're reeeeaaaal funny, don't you?"

"Koshish karta hoon, Arnie kya kahoon tumse. I try Arnie, what can I say?" Fateh returned, winking roguishly.

"Khushi," Arnav said, turning towards her, "Yeh mera dost hai Fateh Singh Brar. This is my friend Fateh Singh Brar." Fateh waved in response and Khushi's mouth dropped.

"Aapke pass dost hain?! You have friends?!" She gasped and Arnav's smirk disappeared as Fateh burst into laughter. 

Both Arnav and Khushi watched him as he went from standing to crouching before ending up on the floor, clutching his stomach. 

"Hahhhahaah nee main marjaa. HASHTAG DEAD. Ai hai, hai o rabba, oh man, oh my god," Fateh groaned as he struggled to stand up again. He grappled for Arnav's arm, who then proceeded to throw it off of himself violently, "Arnav ke pass ek hi dost hain, aur voh hoon main. Kya hai ki Arnav ne itni derr ke liye mujhse bheek mangi, ke please mera dost banjao, please, main apni jaan dedunga please, ke akhir mujhe bhi manna pada. Arnav only has one friend, thats me. You see, Arnav begged for so long that please be my friend please, I'll kill myself please, that eventually even I had to agree."

Fateh flipped his hair as though he had done Arnav a massive favour and proceeded to tap him on the shoulder comfortingly. 

"It's okay Chote I'm here for you." 

"SHUT. UP." Arnav snapped turning back towards Khushi. He schooled his features back into their normal expression before leaning down to help Khushi again.

"Ah ah ah. Let me ASR. Akhir, voh meri khushi hai. After all, she's my Khushi." Fateh said suggestively taking off his suit blazer and moving towards Khushi only to be shoved out of the room by Arnav.

"And stay the fuck out...buddy!" 
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Arnav glared at Fateh through the rearview mirror again, only to receive a cheesy wave in response. 

He gave him the finger and turned to Khushi to see if she was alright. They'd gotten in the car after collecting her discharge papers, and it hadn't taken long for Khushi to fall asleep.

Ignoring Fateh's low singing of 

He don't wanna another pretty face
He don't want just anyone to hold
He doesn't want his love- er infatuation- to go to waste
He wants Khushi and her beautiful souuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuul

Arnav smoothed her hair out of her face, braking lightly at a red light as to not disturb her. Leaning back against the seat, he sighed revelling in the feeling of just having Khushi beside him.

"You really care about her eh man?" He turned slightly to make eye contact with a smiling Fateh.

"Yeah. I do." He said, offering no more explanation, and none was needed, as he stepped on the gas and continued the drive to Shantivan. 

Upon reaching the grand house Arnav was confused upon seeing another car in what was usually his spot.

"Hey asshole, that yours?" He asked Fateh, gesturing to the car as he turned his own off, now in a different spot. 

"Uh rude much. Excuse you, but no it's not mine." Fateh huffed, climbing out of the car and cursing as the sunlight hit his eyes.  Arnav slowly climbed out himself, walking over to Khushi's side, while still thinking about whose car it could be. 

"Hey man, you need me to carry Khushiji?" Fateh asked slyly, only to receive a punch in response. 

"Goddamn it, what kind of fuckery is this man? Pagal hogaye ho kya? Are you crazy? Some of us don't have billions of dollars, we need our faces to attract the ladies. Haraami. Scoundrel." Fateh snapped, stalking off towards the house, muttering under his breath. 

Arnav sighed and opened Khushi's door and was forced to stop and stare. The sunlight was hitting her dark hair at an angle that caused it's natural brown undertones to shine and her lips were slightly parted. Her skin seemed to glow in the light and she looked so peaceful that Arnav was afraid that even touching her would disrupt the beautiful picture she painted. 

He leaned down to stroke her ethereal face when all of a sudden a voice behind him made him jump and hit his head on the roof of his car.

"Arre Bhai, aap toh bade Shah Rukh Khan nikhle. Well Arnav, you turned out to be quite the king of romance." 

"Shut up Akash!" Arnav snapped, rubbing his head while Akash snickered.

"Bhai, jaldi se Khushiji ko andar leh aiye. Varna Buaji bahar unhe lene ajaiyengi. Arnav, just bring Khushi inside quickly, otherwise Buaji will come out to get her." Akash laughed, returning to the house and Arnav gave him the finger too. It seemed as though the world was out to get him today. 

Leaning down and scooping Khushi into his arms, still sleeping, Arnav walked into the house only to be greeted with a shocking and horrifying sight.

"Well hello Brother."

Dhruv.

Accidentally In Love - Chapter 14

Accidentally In Love - Chapter 14

Song of the Chapter: Allah Maaf Kare - Desi Boyz 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sm2hNJ9c8M8

Khushi was on cloud nine, despite her annoying Nurse's constant raving on Arnav. The doctors had said that she could be discharged today! Seeing as though her nurse was waiting for Arnav  to make his next appearance and Arnav seemed to have forgotten her existence, Khushi was happy to hear that she would be able to leave soon. 

"Bass ek bar Jiji ki shaadi hojaye, toh hum chenn se vaapas Lucknow chale jaaenge. Once Payal gets married, I'll just peacefully go back to Lucknow." Khushi muttered, moving her hair out of her face with an irritated huff. 

Who would miss her anyways?! Arnav seemed to have lost his sudden "liking," he had taken to her, if the last week that had gone by without him visiting once was any indication, and Payal would be married and busy with her own family. Buaji would finally have enough money to live comfortably and Khushi would- well- she'd find a place for herself. 

"Ab yahaan rehne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Vaise bhi yahaan humari kaddar hi kaun karta hain? Now there's no need to stay here. Besides, who cares about me here anyways?" Khushi continued, now wallowing completely in her self-pity. 

"Excuse me? Kya kaha tumne? What did you say?" A voice, that Khushi knew well although she wished she didn't, came from the doorway. 

She glanced up and narrowed her eyes furiously at the man in the doorway. It seemed that Arnav Singh Raizada had finally decided to return. 

"Aapko kya hai!? Jaaye! Voh hi toh aap karte hain! What's it to you?! Go! That's what you do best, isn't it?" Khushi growled and turned her head away stubbornly from, a now irritated looking, Arnav. 

"Ohhhh so itna noise in here is you. You're making all the ruckus." Khushi tried to smother a laugh as Arnav whipped about and jumped as Jenny stood behind him with her hands on her flaring hips. 

"TUM! YOU!" Arnav thundered and Khushi jumped as Jenny began to laugh. 

"Yes handsome main. Me. Are you and your boyfriend okay now?" Jenny laughed again, walking past Arnav to come to Khushi's side and check her bandages. Khushi now looked confused and Arnav growled angrily. 

"You listen up! I am not gay!" Arnav snarled viciously, storming over to Jenny and Khushi gasped.

"YOU LISTEN HERE BOY. THERE IS NOT A DAMN THING WRONG WITH BEING GAY YOU HEAR ME?!" Jenny roared, suddenly furious, and Khushi cowered into her pillows as Arnav took a step backwards in surprise. 

"But I didn't mean-" Arnav began, but Jenny cut him off, waggling her finger in his face.

"LOVE IS NOT DETERMINED BY GENDER BOY. LOVE IS A BEAUTIFUL FEELING THAT HAPPENS BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE. IT DONT MATTER WHETHER YOU A MAN OR A WOMAN YOU HEAR ME."

"I know that bu-"

"YOU KNOW THAT BOY!? WELL THEN YOU BETTER UNDERSTAND IT!" Jenny finished passionately and Khushi stared dumbstruck as Arnav nodded mutely. For the first time that she could remember somebody had silenced Arnav Singh Raizada. Jenny nodded as if to solidify her point.

"And you," she said, gesturing to Khushi who squeaked in fear, "Don't forget to collect your discharge documents child." she finished gently and Khushi nodded. 

After a last scathing look at Arnav who flinched slightly, Jenny walked out and Arnav cleared his throat awkwardly. 

"So uh Khushi... ready to go?" 

"Nahin. Humein nahin jaana aapke saath. No, I don't want to go with you." Khushi snapped and Arnav's friendly expression disappeared. 

"Listen Khushi you-" Arnav spat, starting forwards a few steps before he froze and squeezed his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath. 

"Khushi," he said calmly, elongating her name as though it took a massive effort out of him to be nice, "Don't be stubborn, abhi tyaar hojaao, baad mein main tumhe sab kuch samjhadunga. Get ready now, and I'll explain everything to you later." 

"Teek hain. Aap jaiye. Okay. You go." Khushi said stubbornly and Arnav growled in frustration. 

"Tumhe madat toh nahin chahiye? You don't need help?" Arnav asked and Khushi rolled her eyes in embarrassment and irritation. She did, but she definitely wasn't going to get it from Laad Governor. 

Arnav seemed to sense her reluctance to voice her need and reached down to wrap his arm around her wait, and to provide her with the support she needed when a crash and a loud voice interrupted them from the doorway. 

"I DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE, BUT YOU BETTER GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY WOMAN."