5 Friends...!
Part 5 Friends...!
"Sorry..." Khushi said, making a face, and walked away, leaving them perplexed.
Aman looked at Arnav, who was fighting to control his smile.
"Arnav, you said she didn't do anything to you DIRECTLY. See, now, she DIRECTLY dashed you. Ask her why she does that?" Aman screwed Arnav.
"She dashed and said SORRY. That means she did that unknowingly. Can't you understand that?"
"She didn't do that unknowingly. She did that KNOWINGLY. Didn't you see her attitude? There is no nervousness on her face after dashing you"
"What's there to be nervous, yaar? She is from Singapore... looking forward-thinking and a brave girl. Why would she feel nervous?"
"Arnav, when did you complete your BL? You are advocating for her as if you are her lawyer!" Aman mocked.
"I just said what I feel", Arnav shrugged his shoulders.
"But, I'm not going to leave this"
"What are you going to do?" Arnav lifted his left eyebrow.
"Let me show you..." Aman ran towards Khushi.
"Aman, no... don't..."
"No way..."
Arnav rolled his eyes and followed him. Aman came before Khushi and blocked her way. She flinched, seeing him and then looked at Arnav, who followed Aman. She understood they were up to something. She looked at them, folding her hands.
"What?"
"Why did you bang on him?" Aman hit her with the direct question.
Khushi looked at Arnav from head to toe, making him embarrassed.
"What are you looking at?" Aman asked.
"I'm checking if he got any damage"
"Oh, will you feel bad only if he gets any damage?"
"Hello, I said Sorry already..."
"You will do anything and say sorry, we should accept that?"
"Ok, don't accept that..."
"This is too much"
"By the way, why are you creating a scene unnecessarily while the DAMAGED person is silent?"
"I'm his friend..."
"Aren't you my friend? Didn't you accept me as your friend? Is it not true?" She pretended to sniff.
"Of.... Course... it... is..." he stammered.
"Then why are you fighting with me?" She made a droopy face.
"No... I'm just making fun," Aman grinned.
Arnav rolled his eyes.
"If you want to make fun, you can do it without fighting with me, too. Am I right, Arnav?"
"Haann...? Haan..." Arnav nodded.
That was when they saw a guy sanding. It seemed he was waiting for Khushi. Aman gestured for Khushi to look at him. Khushi saw him.
"Hi..." he smiled at Khushi.
"Hi..." She frowned. Her facial expression said she didn't know who he was. He might be Khushi's classmate. They guessed it right.
"I'm Sunil... your classmate", he extended his hand for a shake.
"Oh..." Khushi gently held his hand and shook.
"Shall we have a coffee?" Sunil asked.
"Sorry, I'm going to the canteen with my friends..." she said, looking at Aman.
"Oh... ok, carry on", he left with disappointment.
"Why did you lie to him that we are going to the canteen?" Aman asked the same question that had been raised in Arnav's mind.
"Don't ask me about these guys... from the morning he is the sixth guy to ask me for a coffee"
Arnav and Aman spared a glance. They knew she didn't lie. It was the guys' ideology. They would be behind modern girls in flaunting themselves. In addition, Khushi was from Singapore. Then, there was no need to tell about her. All would like to befriend her.
"Don't you like to have a coffee with them?"
"I'm sorry, I can't have six coffees in a day..." She sighed.
"Then you can choose one whom you liked"
"I don't like coffee, and I don't like anyone who voluntarily tries to stick with me"
"Ohh..." Aman raised his brows and looked at Arnav, who smirked, looking somewhere.
"Ok, see you again..." Khushi said.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yeah, why?"
"If you don't have anything with us, you will get more offers for coffee. You can have something if you don't like coffee", Aman said.
"I have no problem, but I think your friend doesn't like me accompanying you, " she said, looking at Arnav.
"Nothing is like that... am I right, Arnav?" Aman asked.
Arnav nodded.
"See, he has no problem. Let's go"
Khushi walked with them smilingly. They came to the canteen. Khushi sat at the centre table. Arnav and Aman went to bring something. Khushi saw them getting a pomegranate juice, a sweet lime juice and a Lassi.
"What is all this?"
"I bought two kinds of juices. You can take anything from these." Aman kept the juice glasses in front of her.
Arnav was supposed to take the lassi glass, but Khushi took it before he touched it. Arnav looked at her while his hand was in the air.
"What about this?"
"It's Lassi. Arnav likes it. He bought it for himself"
"Oh... let me taste it..." She sipped it.
Aman looked at Arnav, who was gazing at Khushi, shrinking his eyes.
"Mmm... it tastes good. Please, Arnav, take this juice. And from the next time, get the lassi for me too..." she continued, drinking the lassi.
"Arnav doesn't like juice and..." Aman said, and got stuck as Arnav took the pomegranate juice.
He nodded his head from left to right and sipped the sweet lime juice.
"As we became friends... shall I know about you?" Aman asked.
"I'm from Singapore with my father. He got an offer to start a business in India. So, we are back to India."
"Oh... what about your family?"
"My father and I are our family."
"Mother...?" Aman asked hesitatingly.
Khushi nodded no.
"She passed away when I was seven years..."
"I'm sorry..."
"It's ok... my father didn't give a thought to a second marriage because he didn't want me to be ill-treated by anyone called stepmother"
"He is a great father..."
"Mmm...I would have thought the same if he had given me his TIME."
"Didn't he?"
"Ppch..." She made a sound.
"Never... he concentrated on his business, leaving me behind with servants. I grew up with no one. That's why I may be cobby."
Arnav felt bad for her. he too didn't have parents. Yet, he didn't miss his father as much as he missed his mother. A mother's place was always irreplaceable.
That was when the bell rang. Khushi stood up.
"Thank you, the Lassi.. It's good"
"Welsome..." Aman smiled.
"Bye, " she said, looking at Arnav, who nodded his head.
Khushi left the canteen.
"Why do I think you have a soft corner for her?"
"She had no mother... just like me... that's why"
"You just got to know that, but I'm watching you from the beginning."
"That's great... You can become a detective. Let's go to the class."
Arnav headed to the class, and Aman ran behind him.
Evening
Khushi came home and smiled brightly at Shashi.
"Wow... you are at home... that's the wonder", Khushi said while running towards Shashi and hugging him.
"Haha... we are going for dinner tonight"
"Really? Where are you talking to me?"
"to my partner's house. He invited us to his house for dinner"
"Oh... that's great... I'm going to eat complete Indian food today," She said.
"Yeah... go and get ready", Shashi said.
"Ok..." Khushi went to her room.
Within an hour, they headed to Shashi's partner's house.
They welcomed Shashi and Khushi.
"Welcome to our house", his partner smiled.
"She is my daughter, Khushi"
"Namaste, uncle", Khushi said.
"Namaste, Beta, please come in"
Khushi ran her eyes over the house that seemed like a palace. She raised her brows.
They saw an old lady coming with a girl.
"She is my mother, and she is my daughter, Anjali", Sudhakar introduced them.
Yes, they were in Raizada Mansion, and Shashi's partner was none other than Arnav's uncle Sudhakar.
Anjana came with the welcome drink tray and served it to them.
"She is my better-half", Sudhakar said, and Anjana smiled.
"Where are your sons?" Shashi asked, sipping the welcome drink.
"The elder son is on a trip, and the younger one went to a movie"
"Oh..."
They chit-chatted and shared their family details. Shashi told them the same thing that Khushi told Arnav and Aman.
"Let's have dinner. It's already eight," Sudhakar said.
Shashi was supposed to get up, but stopped hearing a calling bell sound. Anjali opened the door, and Arnav entered.
Without looking at them, Arnav walked to his room as he saw a costly car outside. He knew Sudhakar's friend would have arrived. He always avoided interacting with them.
Khushi was dumbfounded seeing Arnav in RM. What was he doing there?
Shashi looked at Sudhakar questioningly, seeing a young man in RM. Understanding his gaze, Sudhakar called,
"Arnav..."
Arnav stopped and looked at Sudhakar. His eyes fell on Khushi, who was looking at him unbelievably.
To be continued...
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