arshi SS: Hamesha ~ a heartbeat away, chapter 16

Another year about to pass with ASR and Khushi safely tucked in my heart.

This chapter is dedicated to rk2127. Thank you for your wonderful thoughts.



Chapter 16

The rain continued to pour down heavily, fogging the glass. Inside the SUV, in the little ambient light that shone, Khushi Kumari Gupta stared in shock at Arnav Singh Raizada.

"shaadhi? Marry now? Arnavji we can't marry now. Nobody else is here..."

"Shut up Khushi". His face was inches away from hers. Breath still hot and unsteady from the heady kiss they had shared. In a languorous movement he moved back straightening himself.

"I did not say.. now.. Waise agar tum chahti ho toh we could head back to your temple aaj hi. From my limited knowledge about your shaadi nonsense it requires just two people.. the bride and the groom.."

(If you wish we could head back to the temple today itself)

The violence inside him, which had been clearly visible in his stormy eyes, had dissipated somewhere within the last few minutes. She could not bear to see him torn and in agony as he had clearly been. She knew she had to play along, if only to stop that tormented look to return.

"Haw", she exclaimed in indignation.

He gave a wry smile. Then using the back of his two fingers he trailed the contour of her face from her cheekbone down to the tip of her chin. He had grown weary.

The rain had stopped as abruptly as it had started. In the still silence she could hear her heart beating against her chest. She saw his adam's apple move down. They sat this way, he stroking her skin, she feeling his fingers against her cheek.

In a fierce voice, the words rushed out of him, "I don't know how many goddamn hours I spent tonight scorning the idea of marriage. Ma.. Di.. Deceit sweeps in and devours innocent pure lives.. I was burning in hell Khushi when I reached here, determined to take you home and rid your head of this stupid idea of marriage.. And then I realized I couldn't bear tears in your eyes.. "

"ye kya kar diya tumne mere sath khushi"? .. He slumped against his seat, his head flung backwards staring out of the moon roof. The hood had always been closed, Khushi never knew she could she the sky above her right from inside his car.

(what have you done to me?)

"shukriya Arnavji.. aap nai aate toh..", she whispered, her voice breaking again.

With his head still resting on the seat headrest he turned sideways facing her. A slight smile played across his lips as he said, "aana toh tha hi".

She smiled back.

Did caring for someone make you feel all grown up from inside? devi maiyya.. he came.. He was here in front of her.. strangely she felt fiercely protective towards him and at the same time wanted to hide in his arms and feel safe.

"Khushi stop talking to yourself..", his voice startled Khushi out of her conversation with devi maiyya. Her spirits plummeted when she realized they had reached right in front of her house. The lights were dim, but the house was not completely in darkness. She wondered who was awake waiting for her. Even then, she did not want to leave Arnavji.

There was so much she wanted to ask him. What would he tell di? Had he already spoken to her? Was she okay? Was he?.. Devi maiyya ghar itni jaldi kyu aa gaya..

He had walked upto her side and opened her door. She remained seated, desperate wishing to stay a minute longer with him. How could she be away from him?

He seemed to read her mind expertly figuring out the cause of her hesitation. "Khushi .. I am fine. mujhe di ko sab batana hoga.. tum ghar jao". His jaw was set firm, a determined look. He had honed a warrior stance, every muscle alert.

(I need to tell di everything. You go home)

She got out of the SUV slowly and walked a few steps past him. Quickly she turned and lifted her right hand waving. "bye Arnavji".

He strode towards her and caught her wrist, spreading out the palm that had in dark crimson the word, 'Arnav'. With his thumb, treading lightly, perhaps afraid it would get wiped away, he traced the letters. Then picking up her other hand, which still clutched his ma's letter, he stared unblinking at the initials, "K G R".

He bent down and kissed her palm. She could feel his lips tremble for an instant against her cold skin. Then in a flash he was gone .

Khushi walked up to the front door. Payal opened the door even before Khushi could knock.

Payal was back to her comfortable cotton lime kurti. Her hair was in a loose plait and not a inkling of sleep apparent. She anxiously took in Khushi's still quite wet hair, but refrained to ask questions where there was even the remotest possibility of buaji waking up.

The two sisters made there way to their room. Khushi walked right upto the drawer and pulled out the small trinket box, where she carefully placed the folded sheet of paper. Along with a leaf, a glittering sequin was now ma's letter to her daughter-in-law.

Silently, deep in thought she changed out of her lehenga. It had been a whirlwind of a day. Khushi had never thought it was possible to even experience so many different emotions at one time. Then again, from the night she had met Arnav Singh Raizada, her life had never really been the same.

She was never certain of what would come next. Would he be angry or caring? Would he shout at her or whirl her in a dance? She did not know. What she knew unquestionably was that she was certain of one thing. She wanted him in her life. Badly.

Picking up her devi maiyya she fervently prayed for Arnavji and di. In the morning, before the chaos of the mehendi had started, Khushi had placed the new red chunari on the idol. She had put the jari border on the chunari herself. Devi maiyya appeared to look back at Khushi kindly.

All she wanted to do was succumb to the overpowering need to sleep. Her eyes were closing, but there were still things to do. Arnavji, right now, might be telling di everything, Khushi needed to tell her jiji too. She turned too Payal who was putting up their pink mosquito net.

"Jiji I told Arnavji everything about Shyamji . You should also tell jeejaji everything".



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The numerous lights in the Shantivan hall were all dimmed when ASR walked in. The furniture was still lined against the walls leaving the center space open.

"Di kaha hai?", he asked Om Prakash, who had opened the door.

(Where is di?)

"Apne kamre mein hongi Anjali di", OP could sense ASR's moods. And this particular one was one to fear.

(She should be in her room)

Without wasting another second ASR sprinted up the stairs to his di's room. He was not the one to rehearse what he would say. ASR thrived on action. Di needed to know the truth and then they would deal with the repercussions together.

"di..", ASR burst into her room. Only she was not there. Shyam Manohar Jha stood before him, still in his heavily embroidered too red kurta.

"saale saab aap yaha? This late at night. Is everything all right?"

(you here?)

"Mujhe sab pata chal gaya hai.. Jeejaji". ASR spat the last word out and reached out for Shyam's collar.

(I have come to know everything)

Shyam winced at the iron grip, his mind ticking furiously.

His already large eyes turned bigger as he spoke. The words were not of apology and the tone steadily grew in condescension.

"I have no idea what you are talking about saalesaab. We can surely discuss whatever is the matter in a sane fashion. Aise dimag garam karne se kuch hasil nahi hota saalesaab, humne aapko kitni baar ye baat samajhai hai".

(With a hothead you will not gain anything, have I not explained this to you innumerable times?)

ASR shook him vigorously, his eyes ablaze with fury. He could not believe how he had let himself be taken in by this swine. Through gritted teeth he warned, "Stay away from my di.. Shyam.. Don't you dare.."

"chote.." , Anjali had walked into the room with the latest pile of ironed clothes. She let go of the pile, stunned to see chote and Shyamji clearly in a fight. She had also heard his words. Chote threatening Shyamji..

ASR let go of Shyam. His anger replaced by worry. He strode over to Anjali.

His voice reverberated with sincerity and concern, "di jeeja.. shyam betrayed you. All this time he has been lying to you. Jhooth bola usne aapse.. Hum sab se. He posed as buaji's paying guest. He is the one Khushi was engaged to. This lying deceitful son of.."

(he lied to you.. to all of us)

"bas karo Arnav..", her words pounded in ASR's ears. He reeled. Di never ever called him Arnav. Never.

(Stop it)

"di aap samajh nai rahi hai.. He kept his marriage a secret.. He..", ASR spoke softly, almost beseeching his angry di to understand.

(You are not understanding)

"tum nai samajh reh Arnav", her voice cut in, face harsh.

(You aren't understanding)

"di aap aise kyu keh rahi hai? And why are you calling me Arnav. I know this is a shock to you, but..", he had taken her hand, but she jerked away.

(Why are you saying such things?)

She moved to Shyam, her limp very pronounced, who extended his hand and caught her. ASR had not anticipated hostility. Neither had he even remotely considered the possibility of di denying to believe him. He tried to absorb what was happening, an helpless overpowering him, which would only intensify after hearing Anjali's coming declaration.

"Tumhe galat lagta hai Arnav. Humare Shyamji humse kuch nai chupate hai. If you would have given him a chance to explain he would have, par apne gusse ke samne tum khud ko kho dete ho".

(You think wrong. My Shyamji does not hide anything from me.. In front of your anger you lose yourself)

What the hell was di talking about! ASR eyed Shyam with disgust, but held his tongue. Di was already angry enough. His gut feeling now clearly registered this man was up to no good, but he had to tread with extreme caution.

"Shyamji has been feeling awful about it. So he finally told me everything, and bhagwan ka laakh laakh sukhr hai he did nai toh pata nahi aaj kya ho jata, if I would have believed you".

(Thank god he did otherwise who knows what would have happened today)

ASR did not like this feeling of grasping in the dark, unsure of what it was he was supposed to find in the first place. His di couldn't have forgiven adultery. Or could she?

"di aap use maaf kaise kar sakti hai? You were his wife, all these months. And he.. decided to make a play at Khushi..", his voice broke, a hollow ringing as he said her name. the feelings came crashing. di.. Khushi.. In repeat the names kept playing in his mind. This man had wronged both and di was about to forgive him? How was that possible?

(How can you forgive him?)

"Bahut hua Arnav..", she rebuked sharply. di had lifted her hand, putting a stop to his words.

"How can you say such things about this decent man.. Humare pati hai ye.. You are delusional.. He and Khushi bhabhi.. For a case he needed to investigate a suspect in lakshminagar. So he stayed as a paying guest in buaji's house. Us samay ye nahi jaante the ki Khushiji hi hai wo jo humare ghar aati hai Lavanyaji ko seekhane. Buaji ko laga Shyamji should marry Khushi bhabhi and it was all a confusion. He did not want to blow his cover, Khushi bhabhi ke babuji ki tabyat kharab ho gayi.. He did not want to say no and increase the family's woes. You know the rest.. Remember how upset Khushi bhabhi was with her engagement? And then it all broke.. Because Shyamji broke it. He is very sorry about all the confusion and I have forgiven him."

(He is my husband. At that time he did not know Khushiji was the same girl who used to come to our house to teach Lavanyaji. Buaji thought Shyamji should marry Khushi bhabhi. Her father's health took a worse turn..)

ASR could not believe the audacity of Shyam. To cook up such baseless senseless lies. For a second he felt exasperated with his di, how could she believe this crazy story?

He saw Shyam's smug face. "di meri baat suniye.. Why would he have kept quiet for so long agar yehi sach hota toh?", he knew the words were useless.

(listen to me.. why would he have kept quiet for so long if this was the truth?)

"Why did the Gupta family keep quiet? It was no one's fault. It was an embarrassing mistake. Bas. I know you are worried about me, but there is nothing to worry about", she had calmed down a little.

"par dii..", there was nothing he could say at this moment that would make even the slightest difference.

(but dii)

"chote hum thik hai", this time she was gentle.

(I am fine)

"apna khayal rakhna di. And I am always there", he turned around, striding out of the room.

(take care of yourself)



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Utterly vexed at the incredible nonsense that Shyam had fed di ASR unbuttoned his waistcoat and flung it onto the bed. His jet black shirt followed. Freeing the ends of the shirt from his trousers, he tossed it in the same direction.

Shyam was still in this house. Sprouting lies that di blindly believed. ASR had to make sure he dare not hurt her.

His mind was working furiously. How was he going to protect his di from this? He took out his blackberry from his pocket and dialed a number that was ingrained in his muscle memory. "Aman I need you to do this.."

He was deep in conversation with Aman, when his phone beeped against his ear. He would have ignored it, but out of instinct he checked. It was Khushi.

He would call her back, he decided. However, within seconds her number flashed up as waiting again. This time he did cut the call with Aman. Aman had been handed out precise instructions, and ASR was certain it would get done.

He answered her call. "Haloo", came a whisper from the other end. Almost in wonder ASR could feel the weight fall of his bare shoulders. He shook his head, how could just her voice, that too from across a phone, make him feel rejuvenated.

"sab so re hai.. Is that why you are whispering darling?", even at his moment, he felt flippant. He wanted to see the blush slowly spread over her cheeks. Maybe he would take out his SUV and drive upto her house.

(everyone's asleep)

"umm .. wo..", she was clearly tongue tied.

He grew serious gradually. She did not usually call him this late. Was everything okay?

"Tell me Khushi.."

She mumbled something which he had a hard time understanding.. Wait.. What the? Had she just said she was outside Shantivan?

He dashed to the front door and opened it. She was there peering cautiously. In her green kurti, her hair in a tight plait, resplendent in the moonlight. She had her multicolor jhola slung across her shoulder.

"What the?! How did you get here?".

She did not say a word, her nose had grown red and she was avoiding looking at him. What was wrong with this girl? First she had managed to come to him in the middle of the night and then she was not even looking at him.

A midnight rendezvous with khushi Kumari Gupta! This girl did the most outrageous things.

"khushi what happened? Why are you here and why are you staring at that rose bush?"

"aap.. aap ne shirt nai pehni hai Arnavji", she gulped, and meekly replied. If possible her cheek had grown darker, almost radiating heat. She bit her lower lip nervously.

He smirked. His voice dropped to ragged murmur, "You can stop trying not to look at me. In fact you can stare at me all you want". It had hardly seemed possible, but his tone went huskier, "hone wala pati jo hun.. samjhi tum?"

(am your future husband.. understood)

Her hand fisted her dupatta, eyes refusing to leave the floor.

Barely concealing his laughter he ordered in the most intimate whisper, "Come.."


She followed him to his room. Did the laad governor frequently walk around without a shirt and open doors that way too? Besharm.. She thought angrily.. but butterflies inside her fluttered around quite non-angrily...

He shrugged into a sweat shirt. She liked him in his home clothes she decided. The new found voice inside her, that seemed to have a lot to say where Arnavji was concerned, sternly reminded her she liked him in office clothes as well.

"You wanted to talk khushi?", he inquired.

"I was worried for you. Aapne di ko bataya? Wo thik hai Arnavji?", she looked at him anxiously, sensing the change that came over him hearing the question.

(did you tell di? Is she okay?)

He walked to the french window and sat down on the single step that led out to the poolside. She sat down next to him.

"di did not believe me Khushi. Shyam ne unhe pehle hi jhooth mein uljha diya hai. I.. I am helpless". ASR was not used to sharing his problems with anyone. Saying the words out loud gave them credence, but he knew Khushi deserved an explanation of what was happening.

(Shyam had already filled her head with lies)

"Laad governor and helpless.. Ye ho nahi sakta Arnavji.. You will find a way.. Humein bharosa hai..", her clear innocent eyes had a bright glow in them. Her voice was firm. She looked at him as if he was invincible.

(This won't happen Arnavji.. I have faith in you)

He longed to believe in her confidence. He regarded her with wonder. She could be so much fun, carefree one minute and then act in the most mature manner in the very next.

With full concentration she fished about inside her bag and withdrew a round steel tiffin box. Opening it revealed the expected.

"When I am worried I like to eat jalebi Arnavji", she explained, taking a huge bite.

He swiftly pulled her close and laid a kiss on her forehead, "You will have your dreams come true. Even if it is the only thing I do".

She looked at him and smiled, beautiful and serene. Then held out a jilebi to him. In a conspiratorial whisper she said, "You can take a small bite. This has sugar, but take a small bite jaldi.."

(quickly)

He nibbled at the jilebi she had held out and continued to watch her stuff the remaining in her mouth.

A thought struck him. "how did you get here Khushi?"

She beamed at him. "I borrowed Happyji's isscooter"..

He burst out laughing and she rushed in panic to place her hand on his mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound.. Laad governor.. What if someone woke up and found them.. hey devi maiya..

arshi SS: Hamesha ~ a heartbeat away, chapter 14

There can never be another Arnav Singh Raizada and Khushi Kumari Gupta. May their love story live forever..





Chapter 14

The Shantivan hall had a sprawling uncluttered feel to it, filled with echoes of laughter and chatter since morning. The lofty tasteful teak furniture had been moved against the walls to make space for the freshly starched sheet that covered the mattresses. The walls had been covered with bright yellow and orange marigold garlands, Anjali having insisted that the decoration be traditional. Arnav Singh Raizada and Akash Singh Raizada were getting married to two sisters, Khushi Kumari Gupta and Payal Kumari Gupta. And today was the mehendi ceremony.

There were a lot of talkative middle aged ladies, all invited to take part in the celebrations. Payal had forgotten their names and was quite overwhelmed with all the people Akash's mother had introduced her to. An hour back Khushi had also disappeared after getting a scolding from buaji for having removed her mehendi too early. A gentle smile spread on Payal's face in happiness for her dear little sister. Her mehendi was dark..

With a sudden burst of nervousness Payal peered anxiously at her palm. Would her mehendi be as dark? Buaji and dadiji had selected the design for her. A bride in her doli.. Because of the intricacies it had taken longer to complete Payal's mehendi. Now her hands were growing tired since she had to keep them alert, afraid of spoiling her lehenga. She loved the peach color of the material of her lehenga, and it had heavy zardosi patch work on the too thick border. Even Akash's mother.. umm maji.. had seemed to like it.

Payal was getting used to this strange new feeling. Thinking of someone new as her mother-in-law. Amma said mother-in-laws were like mothers. Girls actually spent more years with their husband's mothers than their own. She suddenly desperately wanted to be back in Lakshminagar, sitting close to her babuji in her comfortable cotton kurtis. She liked keeping quiet and watching Khushi entertain everyone. That was home.. this ..was just a new place.. How could she belong here?

In sudden unfamiliar panic her gaze swept over the brightly decorated hall and she found herself looking at a man gazing upon her with a gentle smile on his face.. Akash.. The reason she was here.. As their eyes met he broke into a broader smile.. Then raised his hand, gesturing to show him her mehendi..

Payal demurely looked down, then quickly turned her palm upwards. Then just as quickly hid them again, in case someone noticed. Though her palm was hidden her smile was on her face for the world to see. She knew that everything would be okay. She was coming to spend her life with Akash. Her smile only grew wider as happiness lit up her heart.


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"Akash main Khushiji ko le aaya. chalo mehendi mein break in karte hai", NK had crept upon Akash and spoke in a theatrical whisper, making him jump.

(I brought Khushiji. lets break into the mehendi)

Akash blushed a little seeing Khushiji smile. "umm wo khushiji I thought I would see Payal's mehendi. She is looking bored alone there and I.."

Khushi linked her hand in Akash's and gave an exaggerated sigh, "uff jeejaji jab pyar kiya toh darna kya. I have a plan".

(why fear when you are in love)

NK steered them towards ASR's room. Even though he knew his nannav would probably only find fault with the plans and act irritated, NK had this undying unshakable theory that the great ASR must like this excitement too.

He remembered the summer holidays spent together only too well. He was quite in awe of Akash's elder cousin, who would become serious and play the best chess game possible and the very next moment come up with a plan to blow up rahim chacha's garden wheel barrow, just to add some fun to a dull evening.

Actually more than brightening up nanav's day it was just fun to get him angry.. NK gave a mock evil laugh in his head.. Indian weddings were such fun!

"But plan kya hai khushiji?", Akash was questioning Khushi as they entered ASR's room.

(what's the plan?)

Khushi was nervous. Their last meeting a few minutes ago was still fresh in her mind. Her pulse was getting all ready to start the sprint they were used to in this man's presence. Spend her whole life with him?.. She gulped.. Why was she thinking of all this..

"ha khushiji aap kareeb batayiye", said NK as he sat down on ASR's recliner which hardly had place for two. ASR gave him a stern look and went back to his laptop.

"nanheji kareeb nai tarkeeb", Khushi corrected amicably. She was happy he had sat down next to Arnavji. Gave her an excuse to look at Arnavji. She liked to look at him while he concentrated on his laptop. pata nai kyu devi maiyya.. She wondered.

(nanheji not close.. idea..)

Suddenly she was curious to complete their conversation from earlier. A shiver ran down her spine in anticipation. Would he think of looking at her other hand? He had not looked even remotely angry when she teased him about being a khadoos laad governor rakshas..

Khushi giggled, extremely pleased with her idea. Then hurriedly tried to cover it up as a cough. He looked up then. Straight at her. A veiled indulgent gentle look on his face.

"tarkeeb.. That's it.. That's what I mean", NK did some funky hand movements. "Khushiji you have the best ideas. aapke idea se hi toh aapki aur nannav ki shadi ho ri. kamaal hai".

(idea.. because of your idea only you and nannav are getting married.. brilliant)

This time Khushi did start coughing for real. Akash worriedly patted her on the back. ASR turned his face a little to the side, a stray flicker of smile making its way to his face. pagal.. His mind seemed to utter.. His heart wanted to add a whole lot of other words for her.

"ha Khushi lets listen to this brilliant idea of yours", he teased, leaning back.

His undivided attention only flustered Khushi more. hooh.. samajhte kya hai khud ko.. hum nai darte unse..


(hooh.. what does he think of himself.. I am not sacred of him)

"jeejaji naheji aapne Hum Aapke hain kaun nai dekhi? All you need to do is this..", she spoke brightly, her eyes sparkling, dreaming of how her plan would work perfectly. And another pair of eyes followed her each movement, how she flicked her hair, nodded her head, blinked with those long alluring eyelashes, hands gracefully flowing in sync with the excitement her words carried.

(haven't you seen hum aapke hain kaun?)


ASR just watched her. How could anyone be this uncynical, believing in things, sincere and fun? How could anyone be this beautiful? She made him catch his breath.

Soon the others were heading out and Khushi was about to follow when he called out to her. "Khushi..", each nerve inside him felt a jolt when he said her name. She paused at the doorstep, but remained standing looking away from him.

"so tum kya keh rahi thi. main khadoos hon.. aur?", He had stretched out his hand and blocked her way. She turned to go from the other direction. He placed another hand on the wall.

"pura karo..", he had her encased between his outstretched arms. Could smell her intoxicating fragrance. Her swan like pale neck where a pulse was visible caught his attention.

"lllaad governor..", she had managed to say, when his single finger landed on that beating pulse. Leisurely it trailed along her collar bone.

"aur?".. He spoke in a velvety whisper following his brown finger against her pale gleaming skin.

(and?)

"rakshas", her voice was barely a whisper. The word ended in a gust of exhaled tremulous breath.

"Looks like you have spent some time thinking about me and you don't like me.. hmm?" , now the back of his fingers brushed along the unblemished soft skin from her dainty chin, along her jaw, caressing her cheek and rested against the spot her eye crinkled.

dhak dhak dhak.. Khushi felt her stomach knot. Her cheeks were on fire.

"Let me tell you what I think of you.. " he nudged her face so that she was looking at him.

"I think you are pagal", his hands had now left the wall and were slowly drawing her into his warm arms.

"I think you are..", he had pulled her closer, his hands resting possessively on the small of her back.

"chote..", Anjali's voice drifted towards them.

He moved away from Khushi, slightly dazed. She had not moved. What did he actually want to say to her?

Anjali entered the room, her hands covered with mehendi. She could not use them to lift her saree above her ankle so walked a little more slowly, afraid of tripping. Khushi and ASR both reached her at the same time, wanting to help her. They each placed a hand on her shoulders.

She beamed at them, "chote khushiji.. aap dono yaha.. Sorry to disturb.."

(you both here..)

Khushi turned a deep shade of scarlet and wringing her hands tried to explain,"wo anjaliji.. I .. We were just going down with nanheji and jeejaji..I will go check what they are doing.. Hum abhi aate hai"

She rushed out of the room, even before Anjali could stop her. "Khushiji humein aapse baat karn.."

(i need to talk..)

Anjali laughed at her shy bhabhi. She was extremely happy for her brother. "chote.." she looked at him with affection and felt her eyes brim with tears of happiness.

"di now don't start crying. I get it.. you are happy", he feigned and olled his eyes, as they made their way towards his bed. She sat down on the edge, he on the rug, looking up at her.

"chote weddings are beautiful aren't they?", her voice was clear and loving.

The darkness seeped into him. Weddings.. shehnai.. a bride.. a scream..

"no di. Weddings are ..", he could not complete the sentence, choking on the words. Anjali could see the darkness enter his eyes. The pain that had never left her chote had started to be pushed away in these past few weeks. Anjali had seen that, but the memories of a wedding still suffocated him.

Urgently she tried to explain. "chote we can't control what has to happen, what we can control is our actions".

She could remember her ma that day. All dressed up. Anjali had thought she looked pretty, but her ma looked even prettier than the bride. Anjali felt sad too, but she would be strong for her chote. He had remained strong for her, that day.

His entire life he had tried to bear everything alone. But now Khushiji was here, to be part of his life, just like Shyamji had come into hers.

"one wedding day had brought us loss, make this wedding special chote. Tell her how much you want her in your life. ek pal mein zindagi badal sakti hai, kuch bura ho sakta hai, par tum ho na chote. Tum kuch bura nai hone doge. Don't let anything bad happen in this weddings. Sirf achcha hoga humare sath, tumhare sath. You had stopped living after that day, today start living again. "

(In a second life can change, something bad can happen, but you are there. You will not let anything bad happen. Only good will happen to us, to you)

ASR was fourteen again for a moment. He wanted to believe all that his di was saying. Was it really possible? Could happiness be given a chance? Happiness.. Khushi.. Could she be part of his life forever? Hamesha.. Could it be this simple?

He knew his di was right.. He could not think of a single moment apart from Khushi now. He needed her to breathe.. His heart needed her to beat.. She had slowly entered inside him and filled the hollow vacuum with her laughter, crazy plans and all that talking.

He placed his head on in his di's lap and hugged her.

She was about to ruffle his hair when he raised his head swiftly and caught her hand.

"di aapki mehendi.. Don't dare touch me with that..", then as tears streamed down his dis eyes seeing her chote look relaxed and carefree and happy, the brother and sister's foreheads touched.

With their eyes closed, they lived the moment. They had managed to find a way out of the corridors of sheesh mahal after all. They had won the fight against the ever looming untiring enemy that threatened to suck every chance of happiness. They had won. They were going to be okay.


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"Khushiji aapko Arnav bhaiya khoj rahe hai", Om Prakash had finally found Khushiji, delivered the message and rushed to do all the work mamiji had asked him to do.

Khushi stood in the silent poolside, holding a strand of fairy lights. He had untangled her from these right here. But she had not been able to untangle herself from him.

Again she opened her palm and looked at his name.. Arnav.. Every time she managed to fall he would catch her.. Every time she ran to him he stood waiting.. Her jhumka, churi, payal, dupatta all seemed to want to be with him.. Her amma, buaji loved him.. And she? What did she feel for him..

Listen to your heartbeats.. Her amma had advised her.. dhakdhak dhakdhak.. Khushi knew from very long they had been telling her something.. Was she ready to listen finally?


A hand placed itself on her shoulder. She stilled.

Arnavji..

She whirled around when she heard the voice of the owner of the hand. A venomous honey dripping voice. "Khushiji..", Shyam said her name.

Full of disgust at his touch she moved away. Shaking with fury she yelled at him, "how dare you Shyamji? Did I not tell humse door rahiye?"

(stay away from me)

"Achcha Khushiji sirf humse ye doori.. Saale saab ke toh aap bahut kareeb aa rahi hai.", his eyes were popping out and he had the look of a deranged man. He moved forward attempting to grab her hand.

(why this distnace only from me. With saale sab you are only getting closer)

With all her might Khushi slapped him hard across the face. "Shyamji never ever compare yourself to Arnavji. aapko sharam aani chahiye, devi maiyya se dariye Shyamji".

She was shaking in anger and Shyam stood stunned. A wild angry look on him as he cradled his cheek against his palm. An imprint of slim fingers was clearly visible.


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"haye nandkisore.. ee ka karat ho babua?" Madhumatiji asked aghast seeing Akash and NK with a video camera and a blinding flash light.

(what are you doing?)

"buaji we thought we should take a video of the function.. Important mehendi ceremony hai.. kyu hai na future mom-in-law?", NK swept the flash light right into Manorma's eyes.

Garima and nani exchanged smiles.. Youth.. When would boys learn they were not allowed in the mehendi function..

"nand kisore.. bahute barhiya idea hai.. You can take my close up", madhumatiji swung her plait to the front and flashed a brilliant smile.

(great idea. You can take my close up)

"no no nk babua.. uha nahin eeha.. humka recordingj mein you takingj.. humaar saree ke fall ka cloj up isshot bhill makingj bhideo bhery colorphool".

(not there here.. record me.. take a close of my saree fall. it will make the video colorfull)

"oh saree kyu falling?", NK asked alarmed.

(why is the saree falling?)

"arre babua tum uko choro I am ready.. Akash bitwa take my video with this beautiful looking nand kisore..", buaji had linked her huge heavy arm around NK and he was having troubling breathing.

(leave her)

Akash had not heard a word that was said, he had been smiling at Payal, who was blushing, but smiling right back. After all these hours of watching her from far he was finally close to her. How beautiful she looked today. His future wife.. Payal..

"umm Akash?", nani's clear voice broke the staring contest of the couple. Their faces had turned red hearing the ladies erupt into peals of laughter.

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"Khushiji achcha hua aap mil gayi.. Arre Shyamji aap bhi yaha hai?", Anjali made her way towards them, a little taken aback to see Shyamji turn and walk away without any answer. Was everything okay, she wondered.. Khushiji looked very shaken.

(good that I found here.. Oh Shyamji you are also here?)

"aap thik toh hai khushiji? What happened?", she took the girls hand in hers.

(hope you are okay?)

"aap bahut achchi hai Anjaliji", Khushi hugged her tightly. She had to calm herself.

(you are very nice)

"Aap bhi Khushiji. But are you sure you are fine?", Anjali stroked her hair in a soothing motion, worried. Had chote said something to Khushiji?

(you too)

Khushi broke apart and nddded her head, a small smile on her face. "kuch nai Anjaliji. Tell me why were you looking for me?"

"come with me", Anjali held her arm and took her along to her room. On the coffee table was a silver box. She opened it and took out a pair of bangles and made Khushi wear them. Her eyes were moist.

Khushi looked at the beautiful bangles then at Anjaliji.

"ye humari ma ke the. She wanted chote's wife to wear them. You know Khushiji I was jealous. Why would a new girl come into our house and get to wear these bangles? I wanted to wear them, you see. But now I am no longer jealous. You have come into my chotes life and brought back his smiles. Aaj se when I see these bangles on you, their khanak will only bring me peace, just like my ma's memory".

(These were my mother's)

Khushi didn't know what to say. She could feel the tears in her eyes and tried to blink them away.

"Anjaliji..", she said and stopped, trying to find words for her feelings.

"nahi.. not Anjaliji..my bhabhi.. You have to call me di now.. Aap ab meri bhabhi hai". Anjali cupped her face with both hands and kissed her forehead.

(you are my sister-in-law now)

"toh di ab aap mujhe aap nahi tum bulaiye. You call Arnvaji also tum. humein achcha lagega". Khushi never really liked that Anjaliji.. Umm di.. Who was elder to her addressed her as aap.. felt too formal..

(address me informally now)

Anjali placed her hand on Khushi's head. "humesha khush rehna tum dono. I know chote is difficult to handle, but you already know what to say to him. You understand him. Welcome to our family bhabhi".

(always be happy)

She looked older somehow, a strain showing on her face, betraying all the sadness she had to bear in her short life. She reached into the box and pulled a small folded paper, clutched it against her heart. Then placed it with care into Khushi's hand. "Our ma also welcomed you bhabhi".

Then abruptly she got up and left, afraid she might break down, as the memories of her ma intermingled with her infinite happiness for chote today.

Khushi held the colored paper in both her hands. Not moving she just sat with it. Arnavji's ma.. She had left a letter for her bahu?.. Was Khushi her bahu?..

Tears flowed from her eyes as she opened the letter to read.. "humare chote ki bahu ke naame. humare chote ki naakh pe bahut sara gussa rehta hai aur dil mein bahut sara pyaar. Gussa bardasht karna aur pyaar soot samet lautana".

(To my chote's bride. Our chote has anger on his nose, but lots of love in his heart. bear the anger and return the love with interest)

Khushi was overwhelmed. His ma had told her all Khushi needed to know to understand her Arnavji. And a voice inside her told her she already knew this. His anger.. His loving heart.. She wanted to be a part of both..

She lost track of time as she sat their alone. Crying. She clearly remembered the night he had stared at the stars asking her if his ma could see him.

Talking to the letter in her hand she spoke softly, "ma he is very nice. aap chinta mat kijiye.. He will be fine.. Hum.. Hum khushi hai..". With a strong conviction that seemed to erupt from each pore in her she spoke again, "hum aapki hone wali bahu hai. I will be with Arnavji.. Hamesha"

(don't worry..me.. I am Khushi..)
(your daughter-in-law)


She was slowly making her way out of di's room when she noticed a photo frame. A smiling couple, the wife with adoration in her eyes. Khushi was stunned.

di.. Arnavji's di.. the center of his universe.. Arnavji himself were such nice people..

She had been wrong about this. She could only protect di by telling Arnavji everything. Hey devi maiyya.. Humse galati ho gayi.. Please please let Arnavji fix it..

Blindly she rushed to find him, not caring if he would be angry with her. She had to tell him. He needed to know. He would know how to solve it, she trusted him. He would fix it. Please devi maiyya..

Her hands went up in prayer. She was sobbing uncontrollably when she dashed into him near the poolside.

Her head rested on his shoulder. She had found him. She would tell him everything and it would all be okay. He would make it okay.


ASR took a moment to realize what had happened. He looked at the coffee mug that lay shattered on the ground.. Then he understood and felt the breath leave him. Khushi was crying.

"Khushi?", he asked urgently. He was beyond worry. Why was she crying as if her world had been ripped apart.

"khushi? kya hua tumhe?", he was having difficulty breathing. shit.. A sense of dj vu stole over him. Once before also she had come crying to him.

"shh.. main hun Khushi.. tell me.. shh", his voice was tender, piercing into the heart, his grip reassuring. He held on to the panic inside him. He needed to be strong for her. His hand was clenched in such a tight fist that all blood supply was cut from it. A vein throbbed in his neck.. Dammit what was wrong?

"darling what happened?". A sense of forboding was engulfing over him.

He had been right. Happiness could never last for long.. it was always snatched away.. but he would fight it. He would not let any harm come to Khushi. Her smile would remain..

"shh.. Khushi?", with his thumb he brushed away a tear drop that rested on her cheek. Khushi had stopped whimpering, but was looking at him utterly woebegone.

Her expression tore into his heart, yet he held himself in check. Putting a firm pressure on her arm he shook her gently.

"Arnavji..", she spoke in a small voice. Scared of how much her words were going to break his heart.

"ha Khushi..", he held his breath, expecting the worst, no way prepared for the blow that was to come.

"wo.. wo Shyamji the.. unhone di ko dhoka diya..humein dhoka diya.. Shyamji bahut bure insaan hai Arnavji.."

(it was Shyamji.. he bretrayed di.. he betrayed me.. he is a very bad man Arnavji)

arshi SS: Hamesha ~ a heartbeat away, chapter 11

Aaj mausam hai suhana.. Barun ki movie ka wait karne ka hai bahana..
la la la la la
His movie is releasing!!! I wish him lots and lots of luck.


Credit - Wiwy.. thanks a lot for this. I love it.


Chapter 11


Khushi Kumari Gupta was standing in the middle of a crowded Lakshminagar street, early in the morning, happily munching on a handful of channas. Payal was inspecting the vegetables on display in a nearby stall.

Both girls were in pastel shades of yellow and green kurta with matching flower embroidery on it. Fresh and pretty, in the hustle bustle of regular Lakshminagar. The dresses and unaffected air were where the similarity ended.

The younger sister was doing no work and gazing into space, while the elder sister had an extremely busy efficient air about her. Her jhola was already full of vegetables and Payal was bargaining on more.

"Aaj mausam hai suhana..gaana gaane ka hai bahana.. What the what the what". Khushi suddenly sang happily, looking all around. Then noticing a crispy looking karela she ran upto Payal, "jiji lets have karela for lunch today".

"karela? lekin achanak kyu? chalo baba.. achcha Khushi.. I am buying it", Payal continued her bargaining. Khushi moved away pretending nonchalance. There was no need to tell di that buaji had been talking to Khushi about the benefits of karela to someone with diabetes.

Bitter, hard to swallow. Today that did not feel bad. On the contrary it felt exciting. Her heart felt overwhelmed at the vegetable that actually did good deeds.

devi maiyya hum pagal ho gaye hai.. She threw up her hand in the air. Of all the things possible, she was spending time thinking about a kerala, and that too fondly! sab us laad governor ki galti hai..

The intoxicating feel of his lips as it moved against hers flashed before her eyes. She had never ever imagined that his tongue could be so soft.. Clutching onto her forehead, her eyes rose upwards in despair.

dhak dhak dhak.. How hard had she tried not to think about it.. About him.. But wasn't it funny that the mouth that seemed to always move in anger could do such things too? Make her feel all sorts of things. So it was not funny.. but she did not know what other name to give..

She had walked a little further away from the hum drum of the market. And as the panic inside her quelled a little she could focus on the warm tender feeling inside her.

He did not need to help her. He did not need to dance with her. And there was definitely no need to do.. that..

She never did thank him for the times he had helped her. And he had wanted her to.. Khushi gulped.. Then determined to say it in her head.. She continued.. He wanted her to kiss him.. devi maiyya why did it not feel wrong at all? Instead he felt exciting, and reassuring. He was unpredictable, but still the one who would come har bar. He was scary and yet he made her feel safe...hamesha.. And she wanted to run away when he looked at her a certain way, but she also wanted him to continue looking at her that way.

A horn blared nearby and she was brought back to the present. A man who was selling flower garlands was walking past her.

"bhaiyaji.. do haar dena", she called out to him. She had decided she would buy two garlands. One for Lakshmiji, who would look gorgeous with the orange flowers around her neck and the other for mamiji's hair. She would go to shantivan and give it to them.

And while she was there she would tell that akroo laad governor that it was all a mistake.. She had not been thinking clearly that is why she had.. nai nai devi maiya.. It is better not to think about it..

"la la la la la la".. Humming she turned to go back to her jiji when she stopped in her tracks.

"Khushiji kaisi hai aap? Humne socha that it is a wedding house, there must be hundreds of things to do. And what all can buaji do alone. Toh bataiye humein if there is anything I can help with. For old time sake you can tell me Khushiji". A sickly sweet smile was plastered on Shyam's face.

He made a movement towards Khushi, but her face had hardened and she put up her hand to stop him from approaching her further. She was about to move away, but Shyam grabbed her wrist. "Aisi bhi kya berukhi Khushiji. Did I not explain to you? I only want to help you and buaji. After all there was a time when I was also part of this family".

She jerked her hand free and resolutely faced the creep. "bas kijiye Shaymji. How dare you come here and talk to me? yaad rakhiye humne sirf Anjali ji ke khatir kuch nahi kaha hai ab tak. But don't take my silence as my weakness. I cannot stand the sight of an immoral person like you. Next time don't come near me".

"Khushi Khushi".. Payal was making her way towards them. Seeing her Shyam decided to slink away. Sooner or later Khushi would be all his. He could wait a few more days.

An extremely worried Payal reached near Khushi. "Why was Shyamji here?", she asked. Payal could not stand him. Even when he had stayed as paying guest in buaji's house and buaji would go on praising him, Payal had felt a strange weariness about the man. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a bit too helpful, perhaps his coming to stay at buaji's place was a little too convenient. Payal had always felt uneasy around him.

And when buaji had forced Khushi into agreeing to marry him, Payal had been certain that it would be a mistake. Her sister had always dreamed about love and rajkumars. She shuddered to think what would have happened if Khushi had not come to know on time. But the kind Anjali di had not been as lucky. Payal felt sad at the unfairness of it.

"choro jiji. I strictly told him to stay away from me. jiji wish we could do something about it. Anjali ji kitni achchi hai. She does not deserve her heart broken this way". Khushi sadly spoke up as the sisters walked home.

In a fanciful hour Payal did contemplate Shyam might be in Gupta house to rob their unsuspecting trusting buaji, but never would she have dreamed he was married. And as fate would have it he was married to Anjaliji. Anjaliji who was gracious and cheerful always. Why did nice people always have to face challenges.

They had reached home lost deep in thought. Then after emptying the shopping bags in silence both sisters were out in the verandah removing clothes that had been set out to dry.

"Khushi everything will change soon. Shantivan humara ghar hoga. Akashji and Arnavji are very nice straightforward and caring. We cannot hide this from them". Payal spoke determinedly.

Khushi dumped all the clothes in her hand onto the floor and rushed to give her wise elder sister a hug. "jiji hum bhi yehi soch rahe the. par jiji am worried for Anjali ji and that rakshas. I don't want to see them sad".

"hai re nand kisore. dhula kapra jameen par fek kar gale lagat hai duno beheniya!". Buaji's eyes were watery and she engulfed her two nieces into a smothering hug. She was going to miss them a lot.

(Throwing away washed clothes both sisters are are hugging each other!)


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"di jeejaji is not here again, and you are again in this mopey state". ASR was sitting with the newspaper in the hall.

"aur tumhe time mil gaya to notice my state? Then why don't you also notice that the newspaper you are holding is upside down chote?"

The truth was that ASR was right, Anjali was restless and lonely. Shyamji has been irritable and elusive the last couple of days. Anjali had vaguely hoped the wedding festivities would be the perfect occasion when Shyamji would be able to take some time off from work and be with her. Instead he only went further away.

"Huh"? ASR questioned. Then quickly corrected the orientation of the paper as his di's words settled in.

Anjali could not help smile indulgently at her brother. "chote stop this huh, hu.. And see yourself. chote ab na tum pehle wale chote nahi rahe. You have changed".

ASR could sense panic rise within him.

"Chote you are not even scary nowadays. Trust me, ye sab Khushiji ka asar hai". Anjali limped across to the sofa where he was sitting and firmly tugged the paper away from his face.

"di.. aise kuch nai.."

"bas chote. Not one word will I hear. Om Prakashji aap kahiye... hasn't our chote become new and improved?". Om Prakash had just come in with a steaming mug of coffee on the tray.

He squeaked after he heard Anjali's question and the coffee had a hard time staying in the confines of the cup. "hehehe humein toh Khushiji bahutehi pasand hai Anjaliji.. Humka lagat hai.."

"Om Prakash.. Shut up..". ASR muttered gruffly, desperately wanting the conversation to end. Even Om Prakash was now match making, what had the world come to! A little yelling would do him good. In fact everyone needed to see the return of stern Arnav Singh Raizada.

Anjali had already read his mind because she firmly wriggled her finger at him."Chote try karne se bhi you can't go back to being the way you were, samjhe tum? pyar humein badal deta hai. We don't know how or when, but an irreversible change happens and the world starts to sing and smile and we dance along".

"Ha Anjali bitiya sahi kaha aapne. Om Prakash humare sath chaliye chatt par phool mala lagane mein humari madad kijiye". Their nani was walking by with a big basket of flowers.

(you are right. Om Prakash come with me and help me put up the garlands on the rooftop.)

ASR's eye brows had crooked a little as he grimaced. "Di now please don't start with the saasein ruk jayegi nonsense. And you know very well I don't like songs or dances. and am not marrying".

"achcha chote, toh why did you dance with khushiji all evening. hum toh dur khare the, but from where I was standing it did look like you you were dancing". Anjali reached up and twisted his left ear a little.

He indulgently shook himself free, but Anjali continued in a sweet patient tone. "chote you have always faced the facts. Don't run away from them when they are the most important decision of your life. Listen to what your heart must be trying hard to tell you..". Saying this she got up to take a look at the decorations on the roof.

She did not wait to see the confounded look appear on her brother's face as his mind raced over the fact that he had danced... And had wanted it to go on forever... He had driven chattering old ladies to a temple, missing office. He was helping with preparations for what might very well end up being his own wedding... And all the while he was wrapped up completely in one girl and her thoughts...

Di had talked about change.. Where was the Arnav Singh Raizada jise koi larki se koi farak nahi parta. He stared unblinking ahead, his eyes losing focus. It hurt to think of her as "koi larki".. She was Khushi...his Khushi.. Only his.. He had made it clear to himself and her.. The girl he longed to kiss.. To hold close.. To see smiling.. Hamesha..

dhak dhak dhak.. A strange sound reverberated in his ears.. His heartbeat... he thought in wonder.

And a whiff of air seemed to ruffle his hair.. She was here.


He went still, only his eyes moved, finding her with unnerving certainty. She was kneeling down near the front door, talking to a goat and dressing it with flowers.

He shook his head aghast, flecks of amusement shining in them. He had kissed her dammit! And he wanted to taste her again.. And she was busy with her Lakshmiji, with no thought of meeting him first. She was infuriatingly ajeeb, but the breath of fresh air that he needed in his lungs.

What the! That sounded suspiciously exactly like something di would say.."ASR snap out of it". Did he just talk aloud to himself? Khushi Kumari Gupta was plain and simple bad influence on him. But then he could return the favour...

With a devilish smirk he decided it was about time for some bad influence on Khushi Kumari Gupta. She was standing, quite nervous, and was ready to tear her duppatta wringing it around with her hands.

Coming straight to point he started, "I was thinking about yesterday. Kya kiya tumne Khushi?"

She turned a shade of deep scarlet and fidgeted some more, only succeeding in making ASR lose control. He rapidly advanced towards her as she shrunk back mumbling, "hum.. wo.. aap.. hume jana hai".

He raised his fingers and touched her lips. "shh..", came a gravelly whisper. Her gaze remained riveted to him.

"Khushiji", came another high pitched voice from behind them, breaking their trance. NK was making his way towards them. "aap aa gayi? aap aayi baarh aayi. main tabse rasta fek raha tha. ab jake aakhen haar gayi. ".

(you came? With you floods have come.. Since long I have thrown away roads.. Now lost my eyes)

Khushi laughed delightedly. "nanheji raasta fek raha tha nahi..dekh raha tha.. And aakhe haar nai aakhen char. And baarh mein toh hum sab doob jayenge. Bahaar hi achcha rahega.. Hai na?"

She had moved a little away from ASR who had his lips pursed and was viewing NK's presence with a marked dislike and a steely eyed glance.

"Khushiji chaliye I will show you the decorations. sab aapke liye sajaya gaya hai..mera matlab for you and Payal bhabhi". NK wriggled his eyebrows in excitement and ASR snarled.

He heard his phone vibrate, and took out the bluetooth from his pocket, fixing it to his ear. "What is it Aman? Can you not handle a single damn thing yourself ever?", he growled on the phone. Then halfheartedly calming down he walked away. A pair of wistful eyes followed his departure, even as he half turned to catch a last glimpse of them before he got on the conference call.



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Pressing the button on his bluetooth he disconnected the call taking purposeful quick steps towards the spot he had left Khushi an hour back. He was still in a dark mood and a slight pout was prominent on his face. Where was she?

"khoon bhari taang aur apni issister and phuture ma isssister-in-law ooo phati saree ke bhi bol diyo.. Last warningwa humaar kaan openj karke writingj mein note kari liyo..". Mamiji's loud voice fell on his ears. He saw Payal nearby, looking extremely dejected.

(khoon bhar taang and tell you sister and future sister-in-law-. This is my last warning that you should open your ears and note in writing..)

"mami I need to talk to Payal. And really, she has a nice name.. mami calm down okay..".

"hmmpp.. Hello hi bye bye..", mamiji swished around her hands in all directions and then with an extra sway in her hips walked away.

Payal gave a grateful glance at ASR, and waited to hear what he wanted to say. She was not even sure why her future in law had suddenly turned hyper. It disturbed her more than she cared to admit.

"Hope you are okay Payal. I know mamiji is not easy to deal with...", ASR spoke in a calm reassuring voice. His mami could get loud and dramatic at times, but what was inside was transparently on the outside. A little too transparent in case of Payal.

"hum thik hai Arnavji", Payal responded softly, with a hesitant smile.

"you know, you don't need to smile when you are hurt". ASR had a concerned thoughtful smile on his face as he addressed Payal.

"Thank you Arnavji. par jab tak Akash ji is with me and you are with Khushi.. Gupta sisters will remain smiling . And not just remain smiling, but hopefully bring smiles to other as well", Payal spoke up in a determined clear voice.

"Payal you are here already. Come let me show you the decorations", Akash was beaming at her and guided her by the arm in the direction of the staircase. Their short but sweet alone time in his room had ensured that Payalji turn permanently into Payal and Akash could not be happier.

Apparently it was becoming quite the norm of Shantivan to show the Gupta sisters the decorations, ASR thought ironically. He was left alone in the hall. Just then Khushi walked in alone, munching on what could only be a jalebi.

The sugary syrup intermingled with her taste. He was ravenous. He needed to kiss her.. Right now!

And this time he was not letting her go to see any new decoration with NK. He threatened the imaginary interrupter in his mind, but before he could reach those maddeningly inviting lips, the possessor of those lips was beckoned by someone else.

"khushiji khushiji ..", Om Prakash's excited voice rang out. Khushi's eyes darted towards a fuming ASR and then she scurried towards the kitchen.

Hell! this was insane... In frustration he slid his fingers through his hair.. How could it possibly be this difficult to get a girl alone for more than two minutes without goats, and interfering idiots descending upon them?


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It was close to twilight outside. The strands of fairy lights had just started to glow. There was still a faint tinge of red that the setting sun had left behind in the far off horizon. The sky was crowded by flocks of birds flying back to their nests. The leaves on the nearby tree branches had a turned a sinister shade of black against the graying sky. A few early stars were already twinkling overhead.

Anjali was fixing the blood red orchids near the wrought iron swing on the roof. They were the most expensive kind, but would remain fresh at least a whole week. The fragrance of roses and chamelis also filled the air. There was no function today, but Anjali had wanted the house to be dressed up like a bride.

She was near the end of the roof, behind the swing, when Shyam found her. He climbed the last step and surveyed the roof. There was no one except Anjali.

He silently patted himself on the back. Why bother with something as elaborate as arsenic when a simple straightforward shove would do the trick. Off the ledge would go half his troubles! He would wail with tears pouring down his eyes, letting everyone know how lonely his life would be without his dearest rani sahiba. Everyone would be worried for their damaadji who would not eat or take care of himself.

And then in a few days in a double tragedy the son of the house would also die. And the son-in-law, Shyam Manohar Jha, would come out of his gloom to take control of the vast empire left without its boss. Obviously the girl meant for dead son would be married off to the grieving decent widower, the son-in-law, the heir to AR industries.

With an evil gleam in his dilapidated pupils he stealthily moved towards his unsuspecting wife. She shrieked as an hand rested on her shoulder.

"ranisahiba.. dhyan se.. If you will remain so lost then aapko chot lag jayegi. And then what will happen to me?" He crooned.

"aap bhi na..", she had come up with her usual response. He stopped himself from rolling his eyes. How silly was this woman and blindly trusting...

"arre look at the balcony. How have they placed the fairy lights? arre humare saale saab ki shaadi hai, everything should be perfect. chaliye hum hi sahi se laga dete hai". He moved towards the railing, knowing well who would follow.

"aap sabka kitna khayal rakhte hai. I am very lucky Shyamji". Anjali followed him to the edge, just as he had predicted.

Now all that remained was a little distraction which would hardly be difficult, since she was gullible enough to even believe a flying bear was crossing by chewing on a chewing gum, if Shyam happened to point that out. Pity! That someone so easy to handle had to be sacrificed.

"ranisahiba.. neeche dekhiye kya ho ra hai", he mocked a laugh.

Then as Anjali eagerly peered over the railing he put out his arms. It was time for her end.



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