CHOSEN BY DESTINY (Completed )✔️
8 Lovable Touch
Part 8 Lovable Touch
Khushi saw Hari Prakash coming with a bag full of vegetables. She followed him to the kitchen. HP looked at her and smiled.
"Do you want anything Khushiji?"
Khushi nodded no.
"Shall I prepare coffee for you?"
"No no..."
HP started, taking the vegetables from the bag. He saw Khushi standing with hesitation. He again looked at her and smiled.
"Oh... what kind of work are you doing here?" She asked.
"I do everything, Khushiji. There are no limitations for me. I will do whatever Raizadas want"
"Oh..."
"Will you cook alone?"
"No... Ammaji always cooks. I help her"
"Oh..."
"Why are you asking all these?"
"Babuji has appointed me as a cook"
Hari Prakash looked at her with confusion.
"Who is Babuji?"
"Babuji... Arnavji's father"
"You mean, Arvind Baba?"
"Jee?"
"He appointed you as a cook?" he asked with shock.
"Jee"
Hari Prakash was staring at her unbelievably. Khushi and cook?
"When did Arvind Baba appoint you, Khushiji?"
"Just now..."
"Do Arnav Baba and Ammaji know about it?"
"Not yet..."
Hari Prakash became thoughtful. Ratna said Khushi was their guest. She ordered him to take care of Khushi. She wanted him to give anything Khushi asked for. But Khushi said the opposite to it. Didn't Ratnama talk about Khushi to Arvind Baba? They never conflicted in anything so far. Then why is this confusion?
"What are you going to do now, Hari Prakashji?"
"Before Amma comes from the temple, I will do precooking preparations. Then only I could help Amma with the cooking. After that, I'm going to mop the floor."
"Ohh..."
Hari Prakash started cutting vegetables as per Ratna's direction.
"Hariprkashji, I will cut vegetables..."
Cutting her hurriedly,
"No no, Khushi... please go to Anjali didi's room. If you want to do anything, please do it after Amma comes from the temple"
"It's ok, Hariprakashji"
"Please Khushiji, don't make them scold me" he pleaded.
Khushi thought for a while. she came to the washroom and filled water in a bucket. Taking a mop and liquid floor cleaner, she walked to the living room. After adding the liquid floor cleaner to the water, she started moping the floor. Hariprakash came out of the kitchen and saw her moping. he rushed towards her getting horrified.
"No no, Khushiji... I will do it. please stop it" Hari Prakash said panicking.
"It's ok, Hari Prakashji. I will talk to Amma about it after she comes from the temple. Let me do it"
"No, Khushiji... Let Amma come"
"I don't know what precooking preparations should be done. Otherwise, I will do it in the kitchen. Today, let me mop the floor." She pulled the mop from his hand forcefully.
"Khushiji, Amma will get angry with me if I let you do this. She wants me to take care of you..."
"I will tell her I'm doing this because I felt bored..."
Hari Prakash gulped hard.
"Please... go, Hari Prakashji"
HP sighed. He sensed danger. Something was surely going to happen today. HP was scared of Arnav's wrath. Don't know what will he do seeing their guest mopping the floor.
Khushi started moping the living room from the entrance. Keeping the bucket near the door, she wiped the gaps in between the couches.
That's when, as usual, Arnav entered RM pushing the door like a storm and the door hit the bucket hardly. It fell on the floor and the soap water spilled down from the bucket completely. Khushi turned around, hearing the sound. In the haste, she tried to save the bucket. She slid in the soap water and collided with Arnav. As Arnav didn't expect the impact, he lost his balance and fell on the sofa with Khushi. Rolling down from the sofa, they fell on the floor together. Khushi got trapped beneath Arnav. She was closing her eyes tightly, laying on the floor. Arnav got stuck for a few seconds, seeing her underneath him. Neither he faced such a situation before nor did he get a chance to be over a girl so far. His lips curved into an adorable smile, seeing her closed eyes. She looked cute with a sulked face.
Simran just came to the living room to see what Khushi was doing. She was horrified, seeing Arnav laying over her. She was like, 'What the hell is happening here?'
"Are you alright Khushi?" Arnav asked in a husky tone.
Khushi opened her eyes jerking, hearing his voice. She looked at him bewilderedly. She tried to push him but she could not. Arnav managed himself and stood. He offered his hand for her to stand. Khushi looked at his hand and then his face. He nodded his head like 'hold my hand'. She clutched his hand. in no time, Arnav pulled her up. Khushi whined holding her leg.
"What happened?" Arnav asked panicking.
She hissed clutching her leg.
"My ankle is aching"
"I guess your ankle is twisted"
She nodded yes.
Simran rushed toward them to handle the situation. Before that, Arnav scooped Khushi in his arms and walked to Anjali's room. That poured petrol on Simran's burning stomach. No need to say Khushi was shocked to the core by his action. Her gaze got rooted on his face where there was no reluctance.
"What happened Arnav?" Simran asked managing herself.
"Her leg twisted," Arnav said, while walking.
"I will help her to go to Anjali's room. you just put her down"
"No need..." he said, without looking at her.
Simran didn't know whether she should follow them or not. She followed, shrugging her thought off.
Arnav made Khushi sit on the bed. He too sat next to her and examined her leg. Removing his phone, he dialed the doctor's number. The doctor attended the call.
"Doctor, my guest's leg twisted. Could you please visit RM now?" he asked.
Of course, if the caller was Arnav Singh Raizada, the doctor would have agreed to come.
"Thank you, Doctor" He disconnected the call.
Arnav went to the cupboard and brought a balm. He again sat on the bed and about to open the bottle, Simran extended her hand to take the bottle from his hand. Arnav pulled his hand back, looking at her with a sulked face.
"I will do it," Simran said, again trying to get the bottle from his hand.
"I don't like it if anyone interrupts me..." he said firmly.
"I just want to help you Arnav"
"Do I ask your help?"
"No... I..."
"Khushi is my guest..."
Cutting him,
"I'm also your guest..."
"I think you didn't hear what I said... Khushi is MY (he stressed) guest. I know how to take care of her."
"I didn't..."
"Know your limits, Simran. Get, away..." he said with a heated-up gaze.
Simran took a step back fearfully. No doubt she felt humiliated. Arnav took the cap off the bottle and removed a little balm. He was about to apply it to Khushi's ankle.
"Arnavji, I will apply it on my own..." Khushi said, extending her hand embarrassingly.
Arnav threw a sharp look at her. That made her pull her hand back, gulping down. Khushi noticed a blaze in Simran's eyes. But she could do nothing. Just a few minutes ago, Simran told her how to be on the limit. But, Arnav asked Simran to be within her limit. What should she do now?
Arnav applied the balm on Khushi's ankle as soft as a feather. That tickled Khushi's sense. That was the first-ever LOVABLE TOUCH of a man. She curled her toes and could not bear the sensation that was not gone unnoticed by Arnav. He lifted his eyelash towards her face slowly. She swallowed hard, bowing down. That made him smirk.
"By the way, Khushi..."
"haan..." She jerked.
"Relax... why are you panicking?"
She gulped down.
"Who asked you to mop the floor?"
Simran became horrified whereas Khushi looked down.
"I felt bored..." she said in a feeble tone
"You felt bored, so, you started mopping?"
"How long could I be doing nothing, Arnavji?"
"If you feel bored, read books... watch TV... listen to music... instead, why are you doing house chores?"
Khushi was silent.
"You are a Raizada Guest... we don't let our guests do work..."
He looked at Simran,
"See, how Simran is enjoying here..."
Simran widened her eyes in shock. What the hell...! how could he compare her with this low-class girl?
"You should also be like her. Ok?"
Khushi didn't know what to say. How to answer. What would be Arnav's reaction if he gets to know the SERVENT thing? But, why did he react this way? She didn't know.
Taking a paper from the table, he wrote his phone number and extended it to Khushi.
"Call me if you want anything. You have all the rights in this house. Ok?"
Khushi said nothing but kept quiet.
"Why don't you answer me?"
"I will be alright"
"This is not an answer to my question"
"This is too much for a simple girl like me, Arnavji..."
"What do you mean, TOO MUCH, Khushi?"
Khushi was about to say something,
"Because of your father, I'm alive today. Nothing is too much compared to your father's sacrifice. Don't think much. Ok?"
Khushi was silent.
"The Doctor will be here anytime. Call me if she comes. I will just come" he went to his room to change his pant that became a little wet at the bottom.
Khushi looked at Simran who tried to be normal.
To be continued...
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