42 Answer
Part 42 Answer
The kids hugged Khushi happily. Arnav smiled looking at Khushi who was genuinely happy.
"Kids, go and complete your homework... you left it unfinished..." Arnav said.
They nodded ok.
"Khushi Didi, we will come here after completing homework," Shali said.
Khushi nodded smiling. They went to their room.
"Khushi, the Lehanga merchant will come here in the evening. Select one as per your taste."
"Jee Dadiji"
"Could you come downstairs, or shall I send him here?"
Before Khushi said, I will come downstairs, Arnav said,
"Send him here, Dadi. Call me when he comes..."
Dadi nodded ok and left the room.
"I can walk downstairs..." Khushi said.
"Yeah... you can do anything" he mocked.
"What does that mean?" Khushi raised her brows.
"I don't like what you did"
"Leave it Arnavji. It happened... we can't change it"
Arnav smiled inwardly.
"By the way, you are a genius," Khushi said.
Arnav gazed at her saying nothing to know why she suddenly flattered him.
"how beautifully you got children's acceptance to the wedding...! I liked the way you handled them. You made them feel like you are getting married ONLY for them"
Arnav got stuck. In which way did she say that?
"Thank god they don't know you are doing this for ME"
Arnav became relaxed.
"Though you are not a family man, you are an exact family material"
Arnav raised his brows.
"Am I not a family man?"
She nodded no.
"Excuse me... I'm a father of three kids"
"Really? I know that" She chuckled teasingly.
Arnav rolled his eyes.
"I agree you are a family man but not completely"
"What are you trying to say, Khushi?"
"A man can be considered as a family man only if he gets married"
"Oh... really? Then?"
"Arnavji, I'm trying to say many things... I will tell you all of them one by one as we have a lifetime to share..."
Arnav nodded his head from left to right smilingly.
"by the way, Khushi, shall ask you something?"
She nodded yes.
"I know you are upset with your mother."
"Correction... she is not my mother. She can't be my mother" Khushi said not showing her anger, her voice was disappointed.
"Maybe, but she was with you so far. This is your wedding. Don't you want to invite her? Don't you want her to be a part of your wedding?"
"in the corner of my heart, I want to invite her. At the same time, I don't want to give her a space in my life..."
"After all, this is your marriage, Khushi"
"Yes, if I invite her, she will get hope that I will forgive her in some days. Then she will be relaxed. She may start visiting RM with silly excuses. I don't want it to happen"
"Are you sure?"
Khushi nodded.
"Rethink about it... you just have two days"
"I already thought about it"
Arnav sighed.
"Ok, call me when Dadi sends the lehanga merchant"
Khushi was supposed to say something, but she stopped as her phone rang that was on the table as she put in the charge.
"Wait..." Arnav took the mobile. His hand stopped seeing the number.
Though it was not a known number, he could say whose number it was as the number was fancy. After all, he just received a call from the same number...! It was Natasha. Why did she call Khushi? How did she get her number? Jeff might have given it to her but why was she calling Khushi? Arnav looked at Khushi who was looking at him with confusion as he was not giving her phone to her.
"Arnavji, is it Sapna?"
"Natasha..."
Khushi wondered. She extended her hand. Arnav kept her mobile in her palm. Khushi attended the call.
"Who is this?"
"Natasha..."
"Which Natasha?" Khushi asked as if she didn't understand who she was.
"The top model in India"
"Oh...you? I'm so surprised because you have my number"
"I got it from Jeff"
"Oh... tell me madam, why did you call me, getting my number from Jeff?"
"I heard you are going to marry ASR"
"Hann... So?"
"Don't mistake me. Do you know what you are doing?" her voice was sharp. That alerted Khushi. She looked at her phone and RECORDED the call. She again kept the phone on her ear and said,
"Of course, yes..." Khushi looked at Arnav who was sharply listening to her. She smiled at him and continued smiling.
"No, you don't know what you are doing. I think you have lost your sense. You are a young girl and he is forty. Your life will be spoiled if you marry an old man. If he is really a genuine person, what should he have done?"
Khushi was silent as she didn't want Arnav to know what Natasha was trying to do that might make him feel low. After all, she talked about his AGE.
"I heard you are also a rich girl. Then why are you marrying him? Marrying someone at this age is necessary? What will he do to marry at this age? In ten years, he will become an old man. What will you do after that? You too have feelings. Did he consider it? How selfish...!"
Khushi's blood boiled. She wanted to lash over Natasha but she didn't want to do that in front of Arnav.
"Madam, may I call you later?"
"Is anyone there?"
"Yeah..."
"Ok, you can call me anytime"
"Thank you so much madam," Khushi disconnected the call smiling.
"What did she say?"
"She congratulated me on our wedding"
Arnav nodded shrinking his eyes.
"Ok, take rest..."
Khushi nodded. Arnav walked away. Khushi waited for him to leave. She called Natasha. She received the call in the second ring.
"Hi, consider what I say. He is just USING you"
"I don't think HE (Stressing) is doing that"
"then who is doing?"
"YOU Ms. Natasha"
"Whaaat?"
"Who are you to talk to me about my wedding? Do I know you?"
"I'm just concerned about you. I don't want you to fall in the mire"
"Concerned? Like really? Are you concerned about my life more than myself? What did you say? He is selfish? What do you know about him? What do you know what he told me? Without knowing anything, how could you blame someone blindly? At first, who are you to poke your nose in my matter? What did you say, I don't have sense? Excuse me, madam... do you have sense? Who gave you the right to interfere in someone's matter? Who asked your advice? Are you a free adviser or what?"
"I just said that for your betterment. I saw you in the shooting. You looked beautiful. Boys will die for you..."
"I don't want anyone to die for me. For your kind information, Arnavji also has such features to die for. You too agreed that when you refused to act with him. Today, you called the company and insisted them to pair you with him in their Ad... right?"
Natasha was stuck. She didn't expect the news to reach Khushi too fast.
"Stop manipulating me, Ms. Natasha...! Even Arnavji failed to do that. So, stop applying your skills on me. I'm not going to back off from this marriage. If you have been alive for more than fifty years from here on, you will see how I'm living with him clearing all the drawbacks pointed out by you." Khushi said sarcastically yet, confidently.
She heard the call cutting sound. Khushi kept the phone on the bed with a thud. She raised her head as Arnav entered the room with a sharp gaze who listened to her talk.
To be continued...
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