25 Aranv Vs Arnav
Part 25 Aranv as Arnav (Long update)
Aman had breakfast with Raizadas.
"We are going outing on Sunday. Get ready" Aman said.
"But, where are we going?" Khushi asked.
Aman thought about it.
"We should take Arnavji to the place where people hardly know him," Khushi said.
"Yeah... what about Taj Mahal?"
"Good idea."
"It's a tourist spot but very less amount of people from Delhi visit Tajmahal"
Anjali nodded yes.
"I will pick up you on Sunday morning. Be ready"
"Ok," Khushi said.
Khushi was about to go to the kitchen, Arnav started dragging her to his room, clutching her hand.
"Arnavji... stop..." Aman ran behind them smilingly.
Arnav and stopping? Aman followed them to their room.
"He is not at all listening to anyone, Aman Bhai," Khushi said worriedly.
"That's so good, Khushi"
Khushi widened her eyes.
"Yes, Khushi... it's better if he is not listening to anyone other than you. ASR is not in the state of thinking anything on his own. He doesn't know what is right and wrong. What if Shyam or the doctor tried to use his condition in their favor?"
"I didn't get you"
"What if they give him a knife and ask him to stab himself?"
"Whaaaat?" Khushi became horrified.
"Don't insist him to listen to anyone, Khushi. He should listen to only you, not anyone. Understand?"
Khushi nodded ok hurriedly.
"I'm leaving. Take care of your Arnavji"
Khushi nodded ok. Aman was not wrong. People might misuse Arnav's innocence. She looked at Arnav.
"Why did you bring me here?"
Arnav showed Khushi his photo on the wall.
"Who is he?" Khushi asked smilingly.
"Who?"
"Arnavji..."
"Arnavji?" he shrank his face.
"Yes"
Arnav looked at his photo and then his image in the mirror.
"No... he is not Arnavji," he said pulling his hair with both hands with a weird expression.
"Do you want to become Arnavji?" she pointed at Arnav's photo.
Arnav lifted his brows, pressing his lips, looking at the photo.
Khushi thought something and called Aman.
"Haan, Khushi?"
"Aman, Bhai, do you have any hair stylist friends?"
"Hairstylist friend?"
"Yes"
"I regularly have my hair cut done with a guy. And he is my friend"
"Could you bring him to RM?"
"RM?"
"Yeah... to trim Arnavji's hair and beard"
Aman smiled.
"Are you sure? Could you control him while cutting his hair?"
"I hope so. Let me try"
"Ok... I will bring the hairstylist"
"After having a haircut, Arnavji should be like ASR," she said excitedly.
"Sure, madam"
"Bhai..."
"Yeah, tell me"
"Please tell him, he should not say anything to anyone about Arnavji"
"I will take care of it. Don't worry"
Aman disconnected the call smilingly, thinking that, Khushi was going to give a heart attack to Raizada women.
Anjali and Nani spared a glance when Aman entered RM with the man.
"Aman, who is he?" Anjali asked.
"Wait for a while, Anjali. Arnavji's wife ordered me to bring him here" Aman smiled.
"Oh..."
Aman took the man to Arnav's room. Khushi was waiting with needed arrangements. But Arnav was not ready.
"Arnavji, come here and sit" she pointed at the chair.
"No..." he said looking at the new man.
"I'm here with you... come to me." Khushi extended her hand.
Arnav rushed to her and was about to hug her, Khushi stopped him and made him sit on the chair.
"Khushi..."
"Shhh... sit quietly" she pressed his shoulder. Arnav sat clutching her hand.
The haircut was completed with a slight fuss. Khushi lost herself in Arnav. She stood like a statue looking at Arnav's charming look.
"Khuhiiiii" Arnav pulled her saree pallu slightly that bringing her to the world.
Aman smiled inwardly. Khushi was embarrassed thinking about her own self. She smiled at Arnav. she brought him in front of the mirror and smiled at his expression.
"Let's go" Aman took the hair stylist with him.
They walked off.
"Now, you have to agree that he is Arnavji" Khushi smiled, pointing to the photo.
Arnav was still in the same surprising state.
"Arnavji is looking so beautiful..." she pinched his cheek and kissed his forehead.
"Khushi is so beautiful" Arnav also pinched her cheek.
Taking the kohl from the kohl box, she applied it behind his ear.
"This kohl will protect you from all the bad vibes"
Taking the kohl, he too applied it behind her ear.
"Arnavji should protect Khushi"
Khushi rolled her eyes.
"What's bad vibes?"
"Bad vibes means... you will get it from bad people or from bad places... you won't feel good to be with someone or in some place"
"That means Khushi is a good vibe" he hugged her tight making her eyes teary.
Aman who came to the living room with the hair stylist to send him off smiled at Nani and Anjali.
"What happened, Aman bituwa?"
"Just wait for a while, Naniji"
They saw Khushi bringing Arnav... as Arnav. Anjali, Lavanya, and Nani stood up from the couch forgetting themselves, seeing Arnav without a beard and trimmed hair.
"Chotte...." Anjali chocked.
"Arnavji..." Aman laughed.
"My God... Khushi, how did you do that?"
"Arnavji wanted to be like he is in the photo. I just thought to change him the same"
"My God... Hari Prakash... bring salt and red chilly" Nani shouted.
"Bhai is looking beautiful" Lavanya hoped.
Arnav looked at Khushi.
"Khushi is beautiful," he said and pressed his lips.
All of them looked at Khushi, raising their eyebrows who was embarrassed.
"He is telling the truth only Khushi bitiya..." Nani smiled.
Khushi smiled with a blush. As she didn't expect, Arnav hugged her tight and said,
"Khushi is beautiful..."
"Arnavji, leave me... you should not hug me in front of everyone" she murmured but it was not so inaudible to others. They controlled their smile.
"Why Khushi?" Arnav frowned annoying.
"We are husband and wife. We should keep our matter personal" she said in a feeble tone.
"Personal means?"
"Secret... no one should know about it" she whispered.
"Ok, come" He pulled her hand.
"Where?"
"Let's hug secretly," he said loudly making everyone laugh.
Khushi closed her eyes blushing.
"You can hug me later..." She said in his ear.
"Is this how we should talk secret. Should not shout" she added.
Arnav nodded his head seriously.
HP brought red chilies and salt. He handed them to Naniji.
"Khushi bitiya, you too come close to Chotte" Nani circled them with dry chilly and salt. Arnav looked at Nani's hand's flow, rotating his head. People around him chuckled.
"I'm leaving Khushi. See you on Sunday" Aman said smilingly.
Khushi nodded ok and Aman left.
Night
That day, Khushi felt a kind of perplexity in her. She was staring at sleeping Arnav without blinking. How beautiful and attractive her Arnavji was...! Did she truly deserve such a man who has a stunning features? Girls would die for his status, attractive look, and skills. She remembered Sara's words about Arnav's skills. What if Arnav didn't accept her as his wife when he got his sense back? Could she blame him? Due to the circumstance, he had to married to her. What was his mistake in that? What was necessary for him to live with the girl who he knew nothing about? What would she do if Arnav didn't like her? Did she have the guts to handle his hatred? Tears rolled down from her eyes uncontrolled. She could not even bear the thought of getting separated from Arnav. She laid down beside him looking at his flawless face. She touched his cheek softly and kissed his forehead. She didn't get sleep the whole night. She slept only in the early morning and could not control herself.
Arnav woke up and saw Khushi still sleeping. He shook her up.
"Khushiiiiii... wake up"
Khushi opened her eyes and saw Arnav.
"Wake up, Khushi"
Khushi sat on the bed smiling at him.
"I'm going to brush my teeth. So that I will be strong"
Khushi nodded ok and got down from the bed.
That day passed normally.
Night
Aman called Khushi and she attended the call.
"Who is this?" she asked as she didn't have his number.
"Khushi, this is Aman"
"How do you get my number?"
"I'm the one who brought your SIM card"
"I see..."
"Are you ready for tomorrow's trip?"
"Yes,"
"But I'm nervous"
"Why?"
"This is the first time ASR is coming out of RM. Don't know how he is going to behave"
"I can understand. Hope we will manage him"
"Mmm. I will be there at 7 o'clock. be ready"
"Sure..."
They disconnected the call.
The next day
Khushi took all the necessary things for Arnav. Hari Prakash loaded the bags in the car. Aman came to RM to pick them up. Lavanya came downstairs getting ready and saw Arnav and Khushi coming.
"Did you bring it?" Khushi asked Aman.
Aman nodded yes and gave her a CAP. Taking it from him, she made Arnav wear it. she didn't want anyone to identify him easily. Arnav looked up.
"What's this Khushi?"
"This will protect you from sunlight"
"Don't you wear this?"
"I don't want..."
"Why?"
"Because you are more beautiful than me"
"No, Khushi is beautiful" taking the cap from his head he made Khushi wear it.
"Arnavji, won't you listen to my word?" she sat on the couch pouting.
Arnav took the cap from her head and again wore it. Khushi smiled at him.
"Shall we go?"
Arnav nodded ok.
"Say bye to Nani and Di"
"Bye..." he said and walked circling Khushi's hand.
Aman started the car. Arnav and Khushi occupied the back seat. Lavanya sat next to Aman in the passenger seat. Arnav looked so excited.
"Khushi, why all the things are running behind?" Arnav asked.
"They are not running behind but we are moving forward"
"Where are we going?"
"Outing"
"Outing means?"
"Out from home"
Arnav asked a lot of questions and Khushi answered him with patience. She tried to clear all his doubts by explaining them. Aman and Lavanya wondered seeing her extreme level of tolerance.
They reached the Taj Mahal. The trio got mesmerized by its beauty except for Arnav. His eyes were wandering in the surroundings as everything looked NEW to him... the man who was asking people to capture photos, a boy who was selling chains, a woman who was making garlands, the tourist guides, everything seemed new to him. He started raising questions about everyone he met.
Finally, Khushi came and sat on the bench. Arnav rushed to her.
"Khushi, what is she doing?" he raised a question, raising his finger pointing at a woman.
Khushi turned her face in the direction and got a hiccup as a woman was breastfeeding her child.
To be continued...
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