22 Changed Behavior
Part 22 Changed behavior
Khushi stopped, not getting into the car.
*What happened Khushiji? * Anjali asked.
*I think I should change this dress... or else, Arnavji will catch me...* Khushi said.
Anjali looked at Shyam who nodded yes. Khushi rushed inside RM and changed into her old dress.
*This dress had torn...*Anjali said.
*I can manage...* Khushi said.
Anjali nodded ok.
Taking ten sleeping tablets from the bottle, Khushi gave the bottle back to Anjali.
*I can't hide the bottle. Arnavji may see it*
Anjali checked the dashboard and gave her a paper. Khushi kept the tablets in it securely. Shyam started the car.
Khushi was thinking about her decision of going back to Arnav. What she doing is right? She closed her eyes. Where will she go? What if Raj's family forces her to marry Raj again...? Raj will never accept that he asked for money from Arnav. He is selfish... he needs only money. She will never get love and happiness from him if she marries him. He will use her to earn money... after all, she is an expert in making sweets.
She missed realizing Arnav is a gentleman. He married her forcefully but he didn't try to show the husband's rights to her. Couldn't he do that if he wants to...? Doesn't he have the strength? She touched the mangal sutra and lifted it. She is a traditional girl from a conservative family. How doesn't she think of the symbol on her neck given by Arnav? It's because she was angry with him. She didn't have any idea why he married to her. Nothing could be concluded in her mind about Arnav before. He is a mentally affected patient... maybe, handling him will be the toughest task to be Khushi. However, it will be tough... be it if she goes back to Lucknow... be it if she decides to reside somewhere with the help of Anjali. She will get an address if she accepts Arnav as her husband. HUSBAND... he is her husband if she respects the symbol on her neck. Yes, respect comes from the behavior of the person. Let's give him a chance to get respect.
Khushi jerked as the car halted. She saw the car standing a little far away from Arnav's farmhouse. Khushi opened the door and about to put the leg on the ground,
*We will soon get you to RM, Khushiji* Anjali said worriedly.
*You no need to worry about me, Anjaliji...* she said with a smile.
Shyam extended a spay to Khushi.
*What's this? * Khushi asked.
*I had a talk with Arnav's doctor. Sleeping for a long time will make Arnav suspect you. Spray this medicine on their faces if they are still sleeping. They will wake up from sleep*
*Ok...thank you* Khushi smiled at him.
*Khushiji... throw the spray bottle away...* Anjali alerted her.
*Jee...*
Khushi got down from the car and waved at them. She went to the farmhouse and saw the watchman still sleeping. She sprayed the medicine on his face and rushed in. She saw Koyla in the kitchen but her husband was not there. He must be sleeping in their room. After spraying the medicine on Koyla's face, she went to Arnav's room.
Arnav was sleeping on the bed. She tiptoed to the bed and lay down beside Arnav. She sprayed the medicine on his face. Keeping the spray bottle under the pillow, she covered herself with a quilt as her dress had torn. She was watching Arnav. After a few minutes, Arnav moved slowly. He squeezed his eyes and opened his eyes jerking. He looked at the bed and sighed in relief, finding Khushi sleeping on the bed. He again lay down on the bed, looking at her. He tucked her hair smilingly. Clutching her hand, he closed his eyes again as he felt heaviness in his eyes.
Khushi stayed not opening her eyes. She was fighting against her own mind. His mild and lovable action made her dumbfounded. It seems he had no idea of leaving the bed. So, Khushi opened her eyes as if she was waking up from her sleep. She looked at her hand which was in Arnav's clutch. Arnav opened his eyes and looked at her embarrassingly. What if she mistakes him?
*I just...*
Khushi pulled her hand off of his clutch and sat on the bed. Arnav also sat, reading her expression. She clutched the tear of her dress tightly and got off the bed. She tore it more and looked at the dress shockingly as if it had torn just then. She looked at Arnav fearfully.
*I...I don't know how it tore...* She said gulping down.
*That's ok...* uttered Arnav without even taking a second.
*This is a new one...*
*No problem... I will bring a few more new dresses for you*
*No... I already have enough dresses...in fact, I have not used a few dresses yet...* she said widening her eyes.
Arnav smiled at her pleasantly.
Khushi went to the cupboard and removed another set of dresses. She went to the washroom to change the dress. She huffed in relief as she managed the situation. She changed the dress quickly and she dipped it in water. Then came out.
Arnav waiting for her to come out. He went to the washroom to get fresh. Khushi hid the spray bottle in between her clothes and came downstairs to check Koyla. She was not in the kitchen. Khushi boiled milk to prepare coffee. She slowly peeped out of the kitchen through the window. She got a clear view of Koyla's house which is inside the campus of the farmhouse only. She saw Koyla washing her face. Khushi was relaxed.
Preparing coffee, Khushi came back to the room with two cups of coffee. She kept the tray on the side table of the bed. Taking one of the cups, she sipped the coffee. As it was too hot, she hissed. While doing that, a few drops of coffee spilled on the floor. She kept the cup back to get it cold a little.
Arnav came out of the washroom and saw TWO cups of coffee. He advanced Khushi, wondering. He slipped when he stepped on the coffee drops on the floor. Khushi took a step and clutched his hand.
*Arnavji...* she shouted.
Arnav gulped down, looking at her.
*Can't you be careful? * she chided.
Arnav folded his hand smirking.
*Who spilled coffee here? * he questioned.
Khushi bit her nail, widening her eyes. She composed herself in a few seconds.
*Haan... it's me... this is what I'm... perfectly imperfect... it's very hard to be with me... and hard to get used to my imperfection...* she stopped panting hard and saw Arnav with a stable smile.
She rushed downstairs and came up with a mop. She wiped the floor and kept the mop in the balcony to get it dried. She again rushed inside the room to drink the coffee. She didn't find her cup in the place where she kept it. She looked at Arnav with the cup.
*It's my coffee* she tried to snatch it.
*So? * he pulled his hand back.
*I have already sipped it, Arnavji...*
*So? *
*But...* she stopped seeing his smirk. She turned her face immediately.
She made herself up and thought. He wants a girl who hates him. She looked at him with a fit of fake anger and extended her hand.
*You should not drink it...give it to me...* she again pretended like snatching the cup.
Arnav clutched both her hands in his left hand, stopping her from snatching the cup. He drank the coffee coolly, looking at her with an adorable smile.
*I said stop it...* she shouted.
*Why? You are my wife after all... * he again drank.
He kept her in his control until he finished the coffee. He left her hands and kept the cup on the table.
*Good coffee...* he said.
Taking the other cup, she drank, not stealing his glance. Even though she didn't let him drink the coffee Arnav felt something different in her. Is she planning to escape again? he was horrified.
To be continued...
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Unexpected Question
Khushi was roaming in the well-maintained farmhouse garden. She was looking at the plants and their flowers. Arnav was watching her from his room through the window. No need to say he was thinking about her only.
*What is she planning? Is she checking the farmhouse's features to escape? She should be watched carefully. * he thought.
He removed his phone and called security.
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