Accidentally In Love - Chapter 15
Song of the Chapter - Subanallah - Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdjC8e7GFWg
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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.
"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.
"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.
