45 Wife
Part 45 Wife
Aman blurt out the truth, unaware of the truth that Arnav was the one who was on the other side. Poor him, how did he know the great ASR would contact him through his wife's number, that too when he didn't know she was his wife?
So, Khushi was indeed his WIFE. Of course, Arnav was super happy. He felt a kind of relief. He felt a tickling sensation when he looked at Khushi. she looked more beautiful than before in his eyes. Arnav disconnected the call without talking anything to Aman.
"Aman's number is busy..." Arnav said while blocking Aman's number and extended it to Khushi. Arnav didn't want Aman to call Khushi back and he didn't want them to know that Aman blurts out the truth.
"Thanks," he said.
"He may call you again, seeing the missed call..." Khushi said not taking her mobile from him.
"Yeah... but don't know when will he call back"
"You said, it's something urgent..."
"So?"
"Attend the call when he calls back"
"Shall I keep the phone with me?" Arnav asked unbelievably.
"Yeah... you can give me after attending his call"
"Thanks"
Khushi nodded ok and left the place.
Arnav wanted an authentic assurance of his wedding and he got it from Aman. He might not have shown interest to check her phone as he got what he wanted. But the authentic assurance raised his curiosity to check her phone. Especially, he wanted to know who was Swamiji. Now, there was no hesitation in him that stopped him before. He got to know she was his wife. So, he had the right to open her mobile and check it. Before checking her phone, he locked his room door from inside. He didn't want to get caught if Khushi came to his room to get her mobile back.
Arnav pressed his finger on the sensor to unlock Khushi's phone. He gulped hard as it was unlocked. He opened the gallery and started checking the photos. He was speechless, seeing hundreds of photos of him with many weird expressions. He could not believe he POSED like that. he started trusting that he could have been a mental patient.
His hand got stuck when he saw a particular photo in which Khushi was sitting on his lap, circling his neck. He wondered, how could she be so happy with a mental? He questioned himself. He scrolled the photo and saw Khushi kissing his cheek smilingly. He could not understand what kind of relationship they shared. Were they this close? Had Khushi had this much patience? How did she get the mental patient under her control? How did she give her phone to him without worries? Her brother said Khushi was not ready to marry him at first. Then, how did she get involved with him to this extent? There was no hesitation on her face to be on his lap. The happiness on her face seemed TRUE. More than that, HE too looked happy with Khushi. He remembered again about the Taj Mahal man. HE DIDN'T WANT HIS MOTHER BUT ONLY KHUSHI. She would have given her best to this relationship. Didn't she know he won't remember her if he got his memory back? Then how could she be happy with him? he caressed her photo lovingly.
Khushi was his wife. He got strong assurance from Aman and also these photos. Then why Shyam was creating problems? Of course, Shyam was his sister's husband but when it comes to Aman, Shyam could not stand against him. Arnav was confident that Aman won't lie. That too, he talked with the misconception that he was talking to Khushi. What was Shyam's problem? Why did he try to break his marriage? Why?
There was a lot of question raised in his mind. He wanted to know about them. But he could not do that right away. He had been mental. He should have been wild too... many unpleasant things should have taken place in his life. but in those everything, something sweet too happened, that was KHUSHI. The way she reached him might be unpleasant but she was a nice girl. He sent selected photos to his mobile and deleted his number from her mobile. So that Khushi won't get to know about it.
What next? Swamiji...
Arnav saved Swamiji's number on his mobile and called him through his mobile. The call got attended. Arnav waited for the response. He frowned as Swamiji talked in TAMIL.
"Hello, sollunga, yaru pesureenga? (Hello, tell me, who is speaking)"
Arnav was sure it was a south Indian language but he was not sure which language was that. As Swamiji didn't get a response from him,
"Nan Siva Sakthi Ayurveda Clinic doctor dhan pesuren. Ninga yaaru Pesureenga? (I'm the doctor of Siva Sakthi Ayurveda Clinic. Who is there?)"
Arnav again frowned. DOCTOR? Did Khushi get a call from a doctor? That too a South Indian doctor? Why? Did Khushi know the language? How? He disconnected the call. He thought something and again unlocked Khushi's phone. He dialed Swamiji's number through Khushi's phone. Swamiji attended the call.
"Haan, Khushi beta, tell me" Arnav lifted his brows as Swamiji talked in Hindi this time.
Arnav again called Swamiji's number from his phone without cutting the call on Khushi's mobile. Swamiji saw a new number on the second line.
"Hello, Khushi..."
Now, Arnav disconnected the call from Khushi's number and waited. Swamiji attended his call again.
"Yaru pesureenga?" he again talked in Tamil.
"Doctor, I'm calling from Bhopal. I heard about your clinic and treatment. I'm suffering from knee pain for one year..."
Cutting him,
"I think you didn't hear about our clinic properly"
"Means?"
"This is a MIND clinic..."
"Mind clinic means?"
"We treat only MENTALLY DISORDERED patients"
Arnav got stuck.
"Oh... I see..."
"I can suggest you a good clinic for your knee pain"
"That's ok, Doctor... it's good that I called you. My relative's son is an autistic child. Will you treat him too?"
"Why not? Sure"
"But we are living in Bhopal..."
"Can't you bring the kid here?"
"No, Doctor. They are not wealthy people"
"Oh... no problem. I will send you the medicines. Just follow them. But it will be better if you come here with the kid at least once. The improvement would be so faster."
"Is it?"
"Yes"
"Will you treat any mentally disordered patient?"
"We cured many given-up cases"
"Fantastic"
"You can call me anytime. I will do my best to cure the kid"
"But, doctor, how would you guide them through phone?"
"I will ask them to RECORD all my phone calls. So that, they won't have to call me again and again. They can listen to the recording and get cleared"
"Oh... would you insist everyone record your phone calls?"
"Yes"
"oh... thank you, doctor. I will call you back soon"
"Welcome"
Arnav disconnected the call. Somewhat, he understood what would have happened. So, the Swamiji was none other than HIS doctor. His FAMILY would have treated him with the help of Swamiji. Khushi might have taken responsibility for following his instruction. He deleted the call from Khushi's mobile.
He wanted to check the call recording to know the exact issue of his illness. He opened the audio list. That was when he heard a knock on the door.
"Who is that?" Arnav asked.
"Khushi..."
Arnav didn't expect that Khushi came to his room soon to get her mobile back. Without any choice, he locked her phone and kept it under the pillow. He opened the door.
"Did he call you back?" she asked.
"Not yet... do you want your phone now?"
"Oh... actually..." she hesitated.
"Ok, I charged my phone. You can take it" he said removing his phone from the charger even though he wanted to check the call recording of Swamiji.
Khushi stood looking for her phone.
"What, Khushi?" he asked as if he didn't know why she was waiting.
"My phone..."
"Yeah... it's there..." he pointed at the side table.
Khushi looked at the side table and there was no phone.
"Where did I keep it?" Arnav looked here and there in a searching manner pretending.
"I will get it later than..." she was about to leave,
"No no...wait."
He took the pillow from the bed. Khushi saw her mobile on the bed. It had been kept under the pillow.
"Oh... here it is..." he took it in his hand.
"I should have kept it there while waiting for Aman's call."
Khushi extended her hand to take the mobile but he inhaled the pillow deeply looking at Khushi.
"Wah... what a smell...! Does your hair also smell the same...? Of course, this pillow got the smell from your hair only, right?"
Khushi felt like, a crab was running in her stomach as if he was not smelling the pillow but her hair itself.
"My phone..." she stammered.
"Yeah..." he extended his hand and then again pulled it back. As he got slipped by the floor mate. Arnav fell onto the bed, taking Khushi with him. Khushi was lying beneath him.
Arnav became dizzy because his wife was lying underneath him and he was lying on the crook of her neck. It seemed he could no longer hold himself from getting close to her. He raised her head and looked at Khushi who was looking cute, closing her eyes tightly. Khushi slowly opened her eyes and got stuck, seeing Arnav's bewitched eyes on her. It was an awkward state for her. She could not understand why he was looking at her all lost.
"Ar... Arnavji..." She stammered.
Arnav got detached from her halfheartedly and sat on the bed.
"I felt dizzy" he lied.
"Did you take your medicine?" she asked while sitting on the bed.
He nodded yes.
She stood up from the bed.
"Khushi..."
"mmm?"
"Don't tell anyone about it. they will overreact"
"if you don't want me to tell anyone then you should go to the hospital and consult the doctor"
Arnav smiled and nodded ok. Khushi left the room worriedly. Arnav again fell on the bed. There were a lot of thoughts whirling in his mind.
To be continued...
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