8 Request
Part 8 Request
Khushi looked at Anjali disappointedly and then Garima furiously. Garima gulped down hard. Anjali was about to say something, but Khushi stopped her, showing her palm.
"Will you please stop it?"
The hall became silent.
"What do you think of me? Do you think this is a matter to be bargained? Am I a commodity to BUY? This attitude of you shows how haughty-headed you are. Don't you dare show your money power to me... you can't buy Khushi Gupta..."
"Khushi, what are you talking about? She is not giving us money for free. Her brother raped you..."
"Shut up... I told you he didn't rape me..." Khushi sneered.
"so what? Who will believe your words? Who will marry you going with your words? No one will marry you even though he didn't rape you"
"Then be it... I don't care if anyone marries me. Khushi is not just a body and flesh... or not a machine that is made up of BOLDs and NUTs. She is a human with feelings and emotions. My character says who I'm. My purity won't change just because someone raped me. My purity is all about my character not about a horrible incident that I faced. Understand?" Khushi sneered.
Garima leaned towards her ear and whispered.
"Khushi, this is the best chance we can ever get. Don't spoil it. they are ready to give us one crore"
Khushi looked at her with fire-filled eyes. She was hurt like ever before. Her mother was ready to sell her. She was not ready to think that she was ruining her daughter's life. To live a lavishing life, she was even ready to put her daughter's life in the hellfire.
"I wish I might be an orphan" Khushi mumbled which was audible to only Garima. But it didn't seem to affect her.
Shrugging her hand off, Khushi turned to walk away. She stopped, seeing Anjali blocking her way.
"Mrs. Jha... don't make me disrespect my friend's sister" Khushi warned.
Shrugging her hand off, Khushi walked out.
"Khushiiii please don't go... please listen to me..." Anjali shouted.
"Rain Sahiba, this is not fair... you should not be selfish"
"Di, why are you doing this?" Lavanya almost cried.
Anjal looked at them and said nothing.
"Di, please don't do this to Khushi..." Lavanya exclaimed.
Anjali looked at her silently.
"She already broken into pieces. Why are you making her life critical? Don't you know how hard it is to be Bhai's wife? She saved me from Bhai. Because of her, I'm alive today. Should not we be grateful to Khushi? Is saving me a crime that you are punishing her like this? Will you do the same to me too?"
Anjali came to her room and closed the door without giving heed to them. They spared a glance helplessly.
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Khushi came out of the RM and got into an auto. Garima rushed behind her and sat next to her in the auto. Garima was about to say something, Khushi's angry glare made her shut her mouth.
They came to GH. Garima closed the door.
"I know why you didn't agree to it. We should not be so easy... right? Then only they will give us one crore" Garima said greedily.
Khushi raised her index finger.
"What kind of mother you are? Will you do anything to get money? Do you have any idea what are you doing?"
"I know what you are talking about. He is a mental... but why do you think about him? You will get piles of money if you marry him. Then live your life as per your wish without caring about the mental... who will question you?"
Khushi looked at her loathly.
"Did you do the same with my Babuji too?"
"Khushiiiii"
"Don't shout... you won't deserve to get angry... you are selfish... you are even ready to sell your daughter to a mental patient who could not be controlled. You have lost the respect I had for you in my heart"
Garima sighed.
"Ok... let it be. I got nothing from your respect so far. Let me get something, losing my respect" she said without regret.
Khushi looked at her with an extreme level of wrath. She didn't like anything. On one side Anjali was trying to BUY her. on the other side, Garima was ready to SALE her. What she was? What was her value? Did she have something called value? Didn't her life have meaning? She was abandoned. She had no one for her. There was no single person to understand her feelings. Khushi felt helpless... she was angry... disappointed... what not...?
Locking her room door, she sat on the bed with a thud.
After a while,
Khushi heard a knock on her room door. She didn't open the door for two knocks. She got irritated as the door was kept on knocking. She opened the door and was about to shout at Garima, she stopped seeing Anjali. She gulped hard.
"Mrs. Jha... I don't want to talk to anyone"
Anjali entered in without minding about Khushi's anger and locked the door that made Khushi angrier.
"What do you think of..." Khushi choked and could not complete the sentence as Anjali touched her feet, kneeling in front of her.
"Beat me if you are angry with me but please listen to me once" Anjali pleaded.
Khushi was horror-struck, seeing Anjali holding her legs.
"Please, don't mistake me, Khushi. I'm not bargaining... I'm not asking your hand for our Chotte out of haughtiness. I'm not humiliating your feelings and emotions. We need your help. Only you can help us. Please help us... We have no one other than you to help us." She joined her hands, staying in the kneeling position.
Khushi was thunderstruck. The girl who bounced like a rubber ball a few minutes ago stood speechless.
"Please, help us Khushi," Anjali said again.
"First, you get up please..." she lifted Anjali, holding her shoulders.
Anjali stood, spilling tears.
"Only you can help us, Khushi"
"How? By marrying you brother?" she asked painfully.
"Yes... he is in this state for the past six months. We are observing him at every stage. He gets attracted to women. That's why he attacked you the other day. But, today, he became calm when he saw you. He hid behind the wall fearfully. I don't know the reason but you have the power to control him that I have not seen in anyone so far. He shouted seeing your mother that's what he usually does. But he became silent seeing you that he never did before."
Khushi gulped down hard. She also noticed it.
"The way you handled the situation and the ability to act fast in a critical situation is what made me think of getting you married to our Chotte. Nothing more than that. That's why I want you to marry my brother. I know I'm sounding selfish. I'm putting you on fire. But trust me, my brother will be the best husband if he gets his sense back. I promise I will stand for you if you marry my brother. I will do whatever you want for his recovery. I'm not asking this out of money power. I beg you... please take this as a request of a poor sister who wants her brother's recovery. Our family will be grateful to you for our whole life"
Khushi was looking at her bewildered.
"I know what you are thinking about. He will not remember you if he gets his sense back. But, you don't have to worry about it. My brother might be mighty but he is not ungrateful. You know, he will definitely break down if he gets to know he tried to touch his sister. He has values, Khushi. He will celebrate you if he gets to know you are the one who brought his life back."
Khushi was looking at her like as if Anjali was a ghost.
"I won't force you... I will give your mother money even though you don't accept my request. But please, consider us. We almost lost our hope after what Arnav did to you. But today, I really got my hope back after seeing my brother's reaction toward you. I will thank Devi Maiya if you accept my request" she wept to join her hands.
Khushi stood like a statue and could not understand anything.
"Take your time... this is your life. I know this marriage will be the toughest task but your effort will be worth it if our Chotte recovers. He will be the best husband anyone can get. I leave this to you. I will be happy if you say yes."
Anjali opened the door.
Garima frowned, seeing Khushi standing calm.
Anjali walked out and said nothing. Garima read her expression.
"Khushi, what did she say? Will she give us money?"
Khushi was silent.
"Won't you let me get money?"
Khushi looked at her wrathfully.
"That Anjali is a thousand times better than you..." Khushi said and closed the door.
To be continued...
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