15 Snake in the Grass
Part 15 Snake in the Grass (Long update)
Khushi's shock was not estimated. She could not believe that the man who talked with her sweetly was a snake in the grass.
*Does this world revolve around money? Firstly, her mother and brother... now Shyam. Of course, Shyam should have done this only for Arnav's money. But what about Anjali? Is her hand also in this plan? * Khushi became horrified by her thought. She concentrated on their talks.
"By the way, why did you get Arnav married all of a sudden?" another man asked Shyam.
"It's all because of Anjali. She so wanted her brother to get cured. I could do nothing against her this time" Shyam said wearily.
"So, what will you do if they want to change the treatment method?"
"I won't let it happen. If they tried to change the treatment, then we will start injecting the medicines to Arnav without anyone's knowledge" Shyam said.
Khushi gulped down in fear.
"Then I will bring the powerful injections from States. We can keep him mad with the use of that injection if your wife and Arnav's wife are adamant to change the treatment"
"You don't worry. Khushi will not get suspicious of me because I'm an expert to make people trust me. Raizada women are just like puppies who roam around my feet. I will keep them under my feet always" Shyam said with pride.
"Be careful. Don't be overconfident"
"I know... until Arnav is under our control, they can do nothing"
"Ok, let's go... I want to talk to Arnav's wife to know her mindset"
"She went to the temple. Will be here anytime"
"then let's go in. she should not even get a little doubt on us"
"Yes..."
Khushi hid well behind the wall. They went inside.
Khushi stood for a while thinking about them. She was in a very crucial and dangerous phase of her life. Not only she but also Arnav. What a big reputation he had...! how big his popularity was...! These rascals were restricting Arnav from recovery. What was she going to do now? Raizada women were trusting Shyam. Or, maybe he was making them trust him with his world-class acting. Didn't she witness how beautifully he talked to her that day morning? Raizada women were innocent and helpless. They didn't find the difference between REAL and REEL. Maybe, they would not have faced such scoundrels in their life before. Taking a deep breath, Khushi went in.
It seems, she decided what to do.
Khushi saw everyone waiting for her in the living room. She went to them.
"Khushi, he is Arnav's doctor Buvan Mishra" Shyam introduced the doctor.
Khushi saw him without any expression on her face.
"Namaste," she said with the same expression.
"You can ask him anything about Chotte" Anjali insisted.
"Yeah, you can ask me anything," Buvan said.
"What's there to ask???" she stopped and looked at Shyam.
"When Arnavji is under a gold-hearted man like Jeejaji's protection?" Khushi said with a smile.
Shyam looked at Buvan with pride who appreciated Shyam through his eyes.
"Khushiji, Chotte is your husband. You have all the rights, in fact, only you have the rights on him"
"I didn't deny Anjaliji. But, Jeejaji is here to take care of not only Arnavji but also us. Don't you trust him?"
Anjali went silent, feeling helpless. Don't know what she expected from Khushi.
"But, I would like to do one thing, Jeejaji"
"Tell me Khushi"
"Give me the responsibility of providing food and medicine to Arnavji. As a wife, I would like to do that. Can I?" she asked politely.
"Of course, you can do it. we are giving him medicine with food only. Because he is unable to swallow tablets."
"What an idea...! I will also follow the same" Khushi smiled.
"But, you should be careful while doing that. We don't have to tell you what he will do. You have already experienced it" Buvan said.
Khushi nodded yes, making a sad face.
"Please don't remind me that, doctor. My body shivers whenever I think of the incident" she said with a fake fear.
"Why not we change the treatment, Doctor?" Nani asked.
Before the doctor answered, Khushi did.
"Naniji, don't you know how Arnavji behaves seeing a woman? What will you do if he does the same with another woman at the time of new treatment? Will you get HER also married to him?" She asked making Nani swallow down whereas Shyam and Buvan spared a joyful glance.
Raizada women were disappointed. There was nothing for them to talk about further.
Buvan stood up.
"Well, I'm leaving. You can call me if you want to know anything about Arnav"
"Thank you, doctor. But I will ask Jeejaj if I want to know something about Arnavji" Khushi said.
Buvan nodded ok smilingly and left. Shyam went with him to send him off. Buvan was silent until he got into the car.
"Damn you, man... you are rocking. How do you make her believe you in one day?"
"These women are STUPID. Just a few sugar-coating words are enough to make them CLOWN, like, have you had lunch dear? Are you alright? Is everything fine? That's all... they are flat..."
Buvan laughed.
"Stop making clowns in the RM itself, man. Don't spread your acting hand out of RM" Buvan laughed.
"Sounds good..." Shyam also laughed.
"No one can do anything against you man, you are using your lawyer brain perfectly. But, you should have become an actor. Our country will get many Oscar awards" Buvan teased.
Shyam laughed proudly.
Inside RM
Khushi was about to go inside,
"Khushiji, I know you are upset with me. But please don't show your anger on our Chotte"
"What do you mean, Anjaliji? Do you think I'm showing my hatred of Arnavji?"
"No... not like that"
"Then? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to give myself wholly to your brother right away?"
Anjali gulped down, could not answer her sharpest question.
"Keep one thing in your mind Anjaliji. According to you, Aranvji is a part of your life. But for me, he is LIFE. I have more responsibility than you. But, you should understand that I need time. I can't get into the pond without knowing its depth."
"I'm sorry, Khushiji. Take your time. I just am..."
"At first, I was angry with you but now, I pity you," Khushi said with a hidden meaning keeping Shyam in her mind.
But, Anjali didn't understand that. She hugged Khushi emotionally.
"Thank you, Khushiji" Breaking the hug, Khushi smiled at her.
Khushi looked at Lavanya who was standing with regret.
"La, could you give me your phone? I would like to talk to Meena"
"Yeah... I called her yesterday"
"Ohh... but you didn't tell me about it ( she paused) that's ok" she sighed.
"I'm sorry, Khushi... wait a minute"
Lavanya dialed Meena's number. Before she attended it, Khushi extended her hand to Lavanya and she gave it to Khushi.
"Hi, Lavanya..." Meena shouted.
"This is Khushi"
"Hi, Khushi... did you talk to jeejaji about the treatment?"
"I'm fine... Lavanya is also fine" Khushi gave an unrelated answer.
"Why are you talking irrelevantly?"
"Oh, really? Is it raining in Tamilnadu?"
"Whaaaat?" Meena was confused.
"So, you are enjoying your holidays with rain..."
"Khushi what happened to you?"
"Yeah, I remember that. When Girls talk to their boyfriends on phone, they always talk unrelated in front of their mothers because they don't want to get caught. If their mother got to know the truth, the consequence will be worse, right?"
"What does that mean, Khushi?"
"Just think..."
"Don't you want me to talk to Lavanya about the treatment?"
"Exactly... that's what exactly I want to say"
"But why?"
"How can I say that...? It depends on their interest"
"Are not they interested to treat Arnav Bhai here?"
"No way..."
"Really?"
"Yes..."
"Is Lavanya there?"
"Not only she..."
"Oh...the whole family is there?"
"Yes..."
"Then we will talk later?"
"Definitely"
"Night 11 o'clock?"
"Sure..."
"Ok, give the phone to Lavanya"
"Wait"
Khushi extended the phone to Lavanya.
"Hi, Meena"
"Hello... how is your new Babhi?"
"She is fine..." Lavanya smiled awkwardly.
"Idho varen ma... (Coming Mom)" Meena said.
"Lavanya, my mom is calling... I will call you later"
"Ok..."
They disconnected the call.
"Call me if Meena called you," Khushi said.
Anjali thought for a while and dialed Aman. Aman received the call.
"Yes, Anjali"
"Get a new phone with a new sim card... it's urgent"
"For whom?"
"For Khushi"
"Oh, ok"
"Can I get her Adhar number?"
"Yeah, sure. I would also like to start a bank account for Khushi"
"Ok, done" he disconnected the call.
"Khushi, give me your Adhar number, please," Anjali asked.
Khushi nodded ok and went to her room to bring the Adhar card. Somehow, she understood why Anjali asked it. She was going to buy a phone for Khushi. Khushi huffed in relief. She needs a phone to contact not only Meena but also the Ayurveda doctor in Tamilnadu.
Giving the Adhar card to Anjali, Khushi went to the kitchen. HP smiled at her.
"Shall I prepare coffee for myself?" Khushi asked.
"I will prepare for you, Bhabiji," HP said.
"Ok" Khushi stood looking at him.
"How many of you are working here, HPji?"
"We are ten members, including four securities and two gardeners."
"Oh... who is taking care of Arnavji?"
"I provide food for him. other three would bath him in the alternative days"
"I'm sorry, I'm going to snatch the work you are doing for Arnavji"
"I will gladly let you do that Babhiji. But please be careful"
Khushi nodded yes.
"I don't know whether should I say sorry or not," HP said.
"Sorry for?"
"For unable to save you from Arnav baba the other day"
"What confusion in that?"
"Perhaps, if I saved you that day, you would not have married Arnav baba"
Khushi smiled mildly.
"You don't have to be sorry. It was not your mistake but fate"
HP stood silently.
"Ok, tell me, how do you provide food and medicine for Arnavji"
HP took a box from the cupboard.
"This is Arnav baba's medicine. It has to be given in the morning and night. Take half spoon powder and mix it with food..." HP said while preparing two cups of coffee.
"That's all?"
"That's all" HP handed her coffee.
"Ok... for whom the other cup of coffee is?"
"For Anjaliji"
HP kept the medicine box back and went to take the cup. Taking the medicine box, Khushi looked here and there. She found a paper on the lower shelf. Tearing it into a piece, she packed a spoon full of medicine in it. She hid it inside her dress and walked out.
To be continued...
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