69 The Phone call
Part 69 The Phone call
Arnav walked to his room with a smirk. FIRST NIGHT? Of course, it will be their first night, no doubt, but the purpose of the first night had already been completed. Was not it? Arnav thought. He stopped hearing,
"What are you thinking about Anjali?" Nani asked, seeing Anjali in deep thought.
"I'm thinking about the EVIL medicine Nani. I can't understand who is the cruel person who wanted to destroy Chotte to this extent..."
Nani nodded yes. Arnav and Khushi spared a glance whereas Shyam gulped, looking down. Changing his idea of going to his room, Arnav came and sat with them and Khushi also joined him.
"I too am thinking the same, Nani. I can't understand why they wanted to keep me mad instead of killing me" Arnav said.
"They would be jealous of you, Arnavji... they would have done that could not bear your gradual growth," Khushi said.
"Khushi is right, Chotte. Or else, why would they keep you mad?"
"I want to know who the person behind my madness... if I get to know the person, then he will surely feel bad for making fun out of me," Arnav said wrathfully which made Shyam nervous.
He wanted to do something about it. The doctor was arrested. He would have been involved in third-degree treatment... Then he would spit the complete truth... Then he would also be behind the bars. It would not happen.
"I can't believe such a cruel person is existing in the world..." Nani said.
"Of course, such persons exist, Nani. They would be in disguise... we can't even identify their REAL face..." Arnav said with a hidden meaning.
"Whom you are talking about, Bhai?" Lavanya asked.
"I suspect some people but I can't reveal their names as of now but very soon the culprit will be exposed..."
Shyam sensed Arnav was controlling his anger.
"But, Arnavji, what if the doctor doesn't say who is behind this?"
There was an evil smirk on Arnav's face.
"How won't he say? The SPECIAL TREATMENT to the doctor is already started..." Arnav said with a dangerous smile.
"Ask the commissioner to feed the same medicine to him, Chotte. he should know how it feels like," Anjali said gritting her teeth.
Shyam was drained... Arnav was already wrathful and Anjali was feeding him ideas as if he knew nothing. He sighed.
"I have kept the medicine safe for the MAIN (stressing) culprit, Di. Will surely make the person know the severity of the medicine... not only that, I will cut him into pieces and will feed his flesh to the street dogs" Arnav spat fire through his words.
Shyam dialed someone's number and disconnected the call. He knew the person would call him back. He wanted to tell someone about Arnav's plan of making the person's life hell who made him consume the medicine. But there was no response from the other side. Shyam got irritated.
"Chotte, why can't you trap the phone of the persons whom you are suspecting?" Anjali asked which made Shyam more horrified.
"No, Rani Sahiba, it's illegal..." he notified hurriedly.
"Is not feeding the evil medicine to Chotte illegal?" she snapped at him.
"Of course, yes... but the case went into the police's hands. Then we don't have to make any move illegally because the case may turn opposite to us due to that mistake"
"Leave it, Di... I know what to do and I have done that already. The world will get to know what will happen if they mess with Arnav Singh Raizada..." Arnav said with a smile.
That was when Anjali got a call. She looked at the screen.
"Panditji's call" she attended it.
"Jee Panditji...?"
"......."
"Haan..."
"..........."
"Oh... Really? Thank you Panditji"
Anjali disconnected the call.
"Panditji said, today is an auspicious day to perform the ritual," Anjali said smiling at Khushi.
Arnav also smiled, seeing her blushing. She rushed to her room with the same blush.
That was when Shyam's phone rang. He stood up, seeing the number. It seemed that was the call that he was waiting for.
"Excuse me..." he said.
"You can talk from here itself, Jeejaji," Arnav said.
"Oh... actually, it's about a case..." Shyam walked to his room.
Arnav gazed at him, shrinking his eyes. Anjali noticed it.
"I will just come..." Anjali said and Arnav nodded ok. Anjali followed Shyam.
"Yes, it's urgent... the doctor should not open his mouth. I will get caught and Arnav will not leave anyone of us alive. He won't just kill us but show us hell while living... Arnav is that furious I can't even explain its relentlessness"
"........"
"The doctor must be controlled. I don't know what will you do. It must happen..."
Shyam heard Anjali's voice from behind.
"With whom you are talking?"
Shyam turned behind and disconnected the call, seeing Anjali in their room. He pressed the volume button to reduce the sound completely. So that the call sound would not reach Anjali's ears.
"I told you to know he is my client. We just talked about the case"
"You sounded so strict..."
"Sometimes, I have to be... accordingly" he smiled.
"We have to do the arrangements for Chotte and Khushi's first night. There is a lot of work that should be done..."
"It's not a matter at all. I will call my client who is a marriage assembler. He will do it better... you don't worry..."
"Thank God..."
Shyam checked his phone whether there was a call but nope. Maybe the person should have gotten another call. He supposed.
"Please make a call and start preparation" Anjali insisted.
"Do one thing, I will give you his number. You just keep in touch with him"
"Yeah, that's right. I will talk to him directly... but, you talk to him first from my phone and introduce me to him. then I will take it forward"
"Sure"
Shyam told her the number. Anjali dialed the number and gave the phone to Shyam. Shyam talked to the person.
"This is Shyam Jha..."
"........"
"Yeah... I called you officially"
"........."
"You have to arrange the First night for my brother-in-law"
"......."
"Tonight"
".........."
"Budget is not at all a matter... in fact, it should be the grand one"
"......."
"Yeah, you can fix it... see, bring everything that's needed."
"......"
"Yeah, I'm doing good..." Shyam continued talking.
That was when his phone rang that was in his pant pocket. Anjali saw his phone lighting without sound as it was on silent mode. Anjali slowly pulled it out of his pocket and attended to it. Shyam turned his face and was horrified. He was about to snatch it from her, but before he did that, the caller on the other side spoke.
"The doctor will not open his mouth. Don't worry"
Anjali frowned.
"Who is speaking?" she asked.
The caller on the other side must have been horrified, hearing someone's voice instead of Shyam's.
"Is this Mr. Malhothra?" the caller asked, getting alerted.
"This is Mr. Shyam Jha's number," Anjali said.
"Sorry, wrong number..." the call got disconnected.
Anjali kept the phone on the bed.
"whose call?" Shyam asked.
"Wrong number," she said.
"The arrangements are over"
"Thank you, Shyamji" Anjali hugged him.
"I'm always at your service"
Anjali smiled.
The kitchen
Khushi came to the kitchen. she badly wanted to prepare tea for herself.
"Congratulations Bhabi," HP said.
"Thank you Hari Prakashji"
"I'm happy you are going to be with Arnav Baba"
"I know..."
"Shall I prepare tea?" HP asked.
"No... I will prepare one for you if you want one" she said boiling the milk, smilingly.
She frowned as she didn't get a reply from HP. She looked behind and didn't find HP there. She looked at entrance and got to know the reason, why HP urgently left the kitchen Arnav was standing there. She looked at the milk on the stove, biting her lip with a blush. She knew Arnav advancing toward her. she looked at him from the corner of her eyes. Arnav came and stood behind her. Khushi sensed how close he was standing as his hot breath touched her shoulder. His wet lips touched the same place followed by his hot breath. Khushi closed her eyes, feeling the wetness. His arms circled her waist from behind. Khushi turned the stove off as she didn't think she could make tea anymore.
Arnav turned her towards him. Taking her hands, he kept them on his shoulders and then entwined his fingers encircling her in between his hands.
"You are going to enter my room tonight RIGHTFULLY" he whispered.
Khushi opened her eyes wide which were half closed.
"We don't have to be aloof anymore..."
"Oh... this is why you accepted me as your wife...?"
"For that also..."
"What were the other reasons?"
"I will tell you later"
"Why not now?"
"I don't want to spoil the romantic moment"
"Means?"
"The mood will change if we start talking about it"
Khushi smiled, looking down.
"Get ready... I'm not satisfied with our first DAY as it happened hurriedly. Tonight will be mine. I'm going to eat relishing inch by inch" he said huskily.
Khushi leaned her head on his shoulder and could no longer stand his romantic side.
"Tell me why are you here?"
"To hug my wife..."
Khushi rolled her eyes smilingly.
"If anyone hears you talking like this then they will surely get a heart attack" she chuckled.
"No no... It should not happen today..."
Khushi shrank her face.
"Today? What does that mean?"
"Then our first night will be post-ponded," he said controlling his laughter.
Khushi dropped her jaw and punched his shoulder which was so soft. Arnav laughed.
They heard a door-knocking sound. Khushi slightly pushed him. They saw HP entering. They understood someone was coming. Arnav stood, leaning on the kitchen slab, folding his hands. Khushi turned the stove on again. As they expected, Lavanya came to the kitchen.
"Khushi..." she stopped, seeing Arnav in the kitchen.
"The doctor wanted to inject you when he saw you improved" Khushi changed the topic.
"Is it?" Arnav asked to show Lavanya that they were talking about the doctor.
"Haan, Bhai, that day Aman scolded Di and Jeejaji harshly," Lavanya said and Khushi nodded yes.
"Yes, Aman Bhai helped me a lot that day," Khushi said.
"I see..."
"Tell me, Lavi, why are you here?" Khushi asked.
"Di wants you to select a lehanga for today's ritual"
"Arnavji asked me for tea... let me give him"
"Ok, take your time" Lavanya left the place smiling.
Khushi gave Arnav tea. Taking a sip, Arnav stuffed the cup in Khushi's hand and left. Khushi drank the tea smilingly.
To be continued...
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