52 one + one = one
Part 52 one + one = one
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Arnav came home and found no one in the living room. HP stood looking at Arnav, who opened the door for him.
"What?" Arnav asked, raising his brows.
"I'm going to market, Arnav baba"
"Where are others?"
"Anjali Di and Naniji went to meet Pandit. Shyamji left home in the morning. And Khushiji is taking care of Lavanyaji as she has a fever"
"Fever?"
HP nodded yes.
Arnav galloped to Lavanya's room and HP left.
Arnav saw Lavanya sleeping and Khushi was sitting next to her. Khushi stood up, seeing Arnav, embarrassingly. That was the first time, she met him after he got to know that she was married.
But, Arnav's VIEW was completely different. He looked at her gulping his emotions. His LOOK was a NEW and LONGING one. Arnav never believed in Devi Maia stuff... in case, she was true, the GODDESS must be looking like Khushi... she supposed. She would not have been prepared for the situation she went through. Yet, didn't she get through it? He composed himself, seeing her suffocating.
"What happened to Lavanya?" he asked, advancing Lavanya.
"She had fever..." Khushi said.
"Had? Not now?"
"She is better now"
Arnav touched Lavanya's forehead and nodded yes. Arnav looked at Khushi, blinking his eyes slowly.
"Khushi, can I get coffee? My head is aching" he lied.
She nodded ok and rushed to the kitchen. Arnav saw her phone lying on the bed, beside the pillow. Taking it, he walked out of Lavanya's room. He so wanted Khushi to tell the truth. He wanted to give it one last try to it before he told her that he got to know she was his wife. So, he was all set to get it from her by hook or by crook.
Khushi looked behind, before entering the kitchen and saw him going to his room.
Preparing coffee, Khushi came to Arnav's room. She saw him removing his coat and keeping it on the recliner. She extended the cup towards him.
"Keep it there," Arnav said.
She kept it on the tea table and was about to go, Arnav stopped.
"Khushi... one minute"
Khushi stopped moving and looked at him.
"I would like to tell you something..."
Khushi nodded her head, like, tell me...
"I have chosen a girl as my life partner..." Arnav said.
Khushi looked at him with shock.
"I have decided who should be with me as my WIFE... she is purely up to my taste"
Khushi's eyes tear up instantly.
"You may think, why I'm telling you about it... I know you have a special concern for me"
Khushi swallowed the substance that was trying to jump out of her throat.
"Thank you so much for the concern you are showing in me," he said, taking steps towards her.
Khushi tried to smile but she could not.
"I so want to thank you... I want to do something for you in return for whatever you did for this family. Ask me something."
Khushi nodded no gulping down. Arnav came close to her,
"Don't you want anything?" he whispered.
She nodded no again, bowing down.
"You know what? Whenever you come to me, I feel something in me." He said tenderly.
Khushi looked at him with confusion. He felt something in him? just now he said he had chosen a girl as his life partner. Then this...?
"I know you too got attracted to me," he said with a witty smirk.
Khushi bowed down getting awkward. Arnav tucked her hair. Khushi flinched back gasping.
"Let me come to the point... I would like to have you on my bed" he said in her ear.
Khushi raised her head shockingly.
"You no need to worry about your husband. No one will get to know about our relationship. Just come to my room after everyone sleep. Make me happy with your tender body. I will make your life lavishing" In no time, Arnav hugged her tightly, giving her shock and caressing her cheek with his.
Khushi was shocked to the core, listening to it from Arnav. She thought her Arnavji was a man of excellence. But he was not...
Gathering her strength, Khushi pushed him wrathfully. Her eyes pooled up and her lips quivered.
"I didn't expect this from you, Arnavji. I never know you can be so cheap. I ashamed to say you are my HUSB..." she stopped without completing the sentence, biting her lips.
Arnav folded his hands with a sharp gaze. Khushi got stuck, understanding what she was about to blurt out. Arnav's penetrating gaze churned her stomach. She couldn't conclude why he was gazing at her like that.
"What happened? Complete the sentence Khushi..." Arnav asked in a calm tone.
Khushi looked here and there but him.
"Shall I complete it on your behalf? You are ashamed to say I'm your HUSBAND... right?" he pressed the word husband.
Khushi looked at him shockingly.
"You didn't even ashamed to address me as your husband when I was a MENTAL... then why now?" he gulped down.
Khushi looked at him horrifically with pooled-up eyes. She didn't know how Arnav got to know about their relationship and about his mental illness.
Removing her mobile from his Pocket, Arnav unlocked it with his fingerprint, meeting her eyes that made her more shocked.
"Your Phone... is... unlocking with... my fingerprint...! (He said giving enough space to the words) How it is possible if we don't have no connectivity within us, Khushi?" he raised his brows.
Khushi gulped down hard. Somewhat she understood how Arnav got to know the truth.
Opening the gallery, he slid the photos one by one that was in her gallery. Khushi was dumbfounded. She could not believe that Arnav find out everything through her mobile. She was about to leave the room because she was not prepared for the biggest moment of her life but Arnav was not ready to let her go. He rushed to her and blocked her way.
"Where are you running? Haaan...? Won't you talk to me now also?"
She bowed down.
"Am I that SCARIER than a MENTAL PATIENT?" he asked hideously.
Khushi fisted her fingers not knowing what to say. Arnav dragged her close to him, clutching her upper arms.
"Tell me, Khushi... do you think I would not accept you as my wife?" he asked painfully.
Khushi looked at him raising her head, tears rolling down on her cheeks.
"You are my wife and I don't know that. Except for me, everyone knows that. Do you know what's my reputation in this society?"
"That's why I didn't tell you Arnavji. I know how big your reputation is... that's what made me stay away from you"
"Oh... didn't my reputation spoil when I was a mental? Didn't my reputation spoil when I attacked you physically? Do you think I will marry any bloody rich girl leaving you behind?"
Khushi could not answer.
He slid his shirt and showed the bite mark on his shoulder.
"Do you remember this?"
Khushi's condition became awkward. She very well knew what was that.
"I'm confused from the day I saw this mark because I know very well that it's a bite mark."
She bit her lip.
"It must be you, who bit me when I attacked you... right?"
She looked down and said nothing.
"So, it was you..."
Khushi closed her eyes.
"I'm sorry..." Arnav said, feeling sad.
Khushi looked at him jerking.
"Because of me, you had faced a terrible phase in your life..."
She nodded no.
"Thanks... for everything... thanks for coming into my life... thanks for bringing me out of the mental illness..."
"Are not you upset with me?" she asked with quavering lips.
"Upset? Why should I?"
"For marrying you without your consent..." she asked trembling.
"Are you in sense, Khushi? It's you who must be upset with me for making your life horrible, not me. I'm proud to have you as my wife"
Arnav wiped the rolling tears of Khushi who was extremely emotional. She closed her eyes slowly, feeling ecstatic. Arnav gulped down, seeing her miserable face. In no time, he pulled her on his chest and hugged her tightly. Khushi cried on his chest, heart out, clutching his shoulders. she was literally crying, feeling happy by the fact that her Devi Miya showed her the day in her life once again where she could be in her Arnavji's arms.
Breaking the hug, he again wiped her cheek.
"Stop crying... you would have cried enough already..."
Khushi wiped her cheek. Arnav pressed his lips on her forehead full of emotions and made her close her eyes once again.
Khushi was about to say something, they heard a calling bell sound. Khushi took a step to go, and Arnav pulled her back to him.
"You were supposed to say something..."
"we will talk later... before that, let me tell everyone that..."
Cutting her,
"No, Khushi... not now"
"But why, Arnavji?"
"I will tell you the reason. As of now, don't tell anyone that I got to know you are my wife. Whatever I do... just react accordingly" Arnav said.
She nodded ok and turned to leave, Arnav again pulled her on his chest and hugged her again. Khushi smiled delightedly as she remembered a quote that stated,
'Hugging is the most beautiful form of communication that allows the other person to know that they matter to you'
And, adding to it,
"I love you, Khushi" Arnav whispered in her ear, giving Goosebumps to Khushi. She circled his shoulders tightly burying her face in his chest, feeling ecstatic, making him smile.
To be continued...
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