IAL Chapter 3: A Rubbish Conversation

Guys I know I said that was was going to update everyday or every other day but our teacher just informed us that we have a test on Monday. I'm really sorry but I won't be updating in the weekends due to this. I'll update on Friday but after that the next update will be on Monday. I apologise again. Enjoy :)

Chapter 3: A Rubbish Conversation

 

When Khushi turned around and saw Shyam standing in the doorway where Arnav should’ve been, she felt really confused.

 

What the hell is Shyamji doing here? And where the hell is Arnavji?

 

But when she saw that creepy smirk on his face, all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Arnav didn’t write that note on the mirror, Mr Creepy McPerv did.

 

Khushi’s eyes hardened and narrowed. She tensed and began to walk towards the door but Shyam blocked all her attempts to get off the roof.

 

“Why are you being like this Khushiji?” he asked her.

 

Khushi wanted to scream at him. “Why am I being like this?! Because you’re a fucking creepy perv who doesn’t appreciate what he’s got and is trying to go after a girl half his age even though he has an extremely devoted wife! But Khushi’s polite nature wouldn’t allow her to say any of that.

 

“I need to go, so please get out of my way Shyamji.” She said as calmly as she could.

 

“But you just got here. Anyway I wanted to talk to you. I’m so glad you got my note and came straight away.” He said with glee.

 

“Well I don’t want to talk to you!” she snapped. “Besides I thought that note was from Arn-Nanheji.”

 

She didn’t want any one knowing of her feelings for Arnav just in case he didn’t feel the same way. Besides, everyone thought her and NK got along really well so she decided to use his name instead or Arnav’s.

 

“NK! That idiot?!” he fumed.

 

“Hey! He’s not an idiot!” Khushi protested.

 

Shyam composed himself and smiled. “It doesn’t matter. I took care of our problem.” He finished with a smirk.

 

Khushi sighed. This moron just didn’t get it. “There is no “our problem” Shyamji. You’re a married man, we will NEVER be together, ever.”

 

Shyam’s smirk widened and this made Khushi apprehensive. “But I’m not married anymore.”

 

Khushi’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

 

“Exactly what I said.”

 

“That’s impossible. Anjiliji loves you too much to give you a divorce without a good reason.”

 

“It’s a good thing she’s dead isn’t it.” He said manically.

 

Khushi gave him a funny look. What is this guy on? Anjili is perfectly fine. He’s seriously a crazy and delusional bastard.

 

“You know what Anjiliji doesn’t deserve you! Why can’t you just leave her alone?”

 

She tried to push past him as she couldn’t take the amount of rubbish he was sprouting but he grabbed her and pulled her in to a hug. No matter how much Khushi struggled and squirmed, she couldn’t get out of his hold.

IAL Chapter 2: What He Saw

Right guys, I've been seeing a lot of comments about the shortness of the parts that I post. They are short because I post a part everyday and if I make them longer then it becomes hard for me to post everyday. Some parts will be longer or shorter than others but that depends on the scenes I'm writing. I'm trying to update everyday or every other day and that's going to be hard if you want really long chapters. Just sit back and enjoy the story because a part will be posted every day or every other day so you don't have to wait long. Anyway, rant over, enjoy :)

Chapter 2: What He Saw

Arnav had been through an emotion rollercoaster these past few days. First he was possessive and jealous towards Khushi and he couldn’t figure out why. He nearly went crazy when he thought she had been injured, or worse died, in that car accident but he was relieved to find out that she was safe and sound. Then he nearly had a break down when he heard his sister was in a car crash.

Honestly, the women in my life want to kill me with all the worry the make me face. Thank God that they were both ok both times.

Yes that’s right. Arnav Singh Raizada had started to believe in God or he believed that some higher power existed. How else could his sister be perfectly fine after a car crash like that? Apart from a few scratches, Anjili was her usual self. All the praying his sister did 24/7 finally paid of and he was thankful for that.

Plus he was sure that some higher power was pushing him towards Khushi Kumari Gupta. I mean how else could she keep popping up in his life? The fashion show, the job at AR, the job at his house, the Sangeet, Diwali, New Year’s Eve, the car accident, the list goes on. He definitely felt something for Khushi but he hadn’t quite figured out what it was until he’s sister had said something to him.

“You never know what’s going to happen Chote, so make sure when your time comes you don’t have any regrets. Make sure you’ve lived a full and happy life.”

He knew she was right. He may have all the money in the world but he didn’t want to be on his death bed regretting the things he had missed in his life. It had broken him when he thought that Khushi had died in the accident without knowing how he felt about her. He was sure that with Khushi by his side, life would indeed be full and happy.

He ran to a servant and asked where Khushi was. He told Arnav that he saw her heading towards the roof. Arnav didn’t even let the man complete his sentence before dashing off in that direction.

He hadn’t figured out what he was going to say to her yet but he figured when he saw her he would know. He opened the door to the roof to find her standing there. But she wasn’t alone.

IAL Chapter 1: What She Saw

I can't remember the events properly and when I tried to find the episodes online I was unsucessfull so I'm going to make up the events as best as I can remember. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1: What She Saw

 

When Khushi saw the note written in lipstick on the mirror, she knew that it could only be from one person. Arnav Singh Raizada. The world may view him as a cold individual but she knew better. She knew that deep down he was a hopeless romantic.

 

She reread the note just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. To say she was happy would be like saying she only liked jelabies not loved them. She was ecstatic. Finally after running around and playing games he finally decided to come clean. She for one certainly wasn’t going to keep him waiting and give him a chance to chicken out.

 

Ignoring all the strange looks people threw her way, she practically ran to the roof. She didn’t care. She was in love and love certainly makes people blind.

 

Before she opened the door to the roof she composed herself. She didn’t want him to think she was desperate or anything. She opened the door and walked out on to the roof. She was facing away from the door, enjoying the breeze, when the door opened behind her. She smiled and turned. But the smile froze on her face and she gasped when she saw who it was.

 

 

 

In Another Life Prologue: NK On The Roof

Ok guys I know I was supposed to be updating Here We Go Again but I'm suffering from a little bit of writers block. It's not that I don't know what I'm going to write, it's just that I don't know how to write it properly. Because of this and the fact that I haven't gotten that many reviews for Angels and Devils, I've decided to start another story. It's a short story because it's going to be written in short parts. This story will be updated reguarlary because it's so short. This is about what would've happened if Khushi had questioned why Arnav suddenly wanted to marry her instead of crying like a damsel in distress. Which is why it's called in another life as this is an alternate version of the events. Enjoy :)

 

 

Prologue : NK On The Roof

 

To say that NK was excited would be an understatement. He hadn’t slept all night thinking about all the fun he was going to have today. This was his first proper desi wedding and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. To ensure this happened he had charged his camcorder all night. He was going to capture every moment of this wedding.

 

As soon as he had gotten out of bed he had grabbed his camcorder. It had been on during the morning pooja, it had been on during breakfast and it was now on during the final touches that were being made to the house. NK had made sure to get a good camcorder with a long battery life, he wouldn’t have wanted it to stop filming half way through the wedding.

 

He was currently on the roof, filming people as they put up streamer and fairy lights.

 

“NK bhai!” shouted Anjili.

 

NK turned around. “Yes Di?”

 

“I’ve been calling you for ages.” Said Anjili as she limped towards him.

 

“Sorry Di.” He said whilst holding on ear. “I was so busy filming I didn’t hear you.”

 

“Will you please put the camera down and help put up the decorations?”

 

“Sure Di.”

 

NK put the camcorder down and picked up the decorations that Anjili handed to him. He began putting up the decorations and soon forgot about his camcorder. Especially the fact that is was still filming everything.

 

Yes the camcorder. Most of us thought it would play an important role in bringing Shyam done, well now it will.

AAD Chapter 5: A Matter Of Pride

Firstly, I apologise for being late on updating. I have written half of the next chapter, so the more comments I get the faster I will update. Secondly, I apologise for this chapter as I whole. I don't know why but I think it's not one of my best pieces and frankly it's a bit crap. Thirdly, I want your opinions on something; should I make a separate blog for this story or leave it in this blog? Let me know what you think. As always, thank you for the comments on the last chapter. Enjoy :)

Chapter 5: A Matter Of Pride

Khushi opened her eyes to find a commotion and closed them again. She didn’t understand what was going on but she knew she definitely wanted more sleep. The background noises were getting louder and she could feel pain all over the back of her body. She opened her eyes to find a teary Payal looming over her. She tried to sit up but Payal gently pushed her back down.

“No Khushi, you need to rest some more.” She said softly.

“No she doesn’t!” screamed Buaji. “Get up you disgusting girl.”

Khushi was hauled to her feet and dragged towards the door.

“No Buaji! This isn’t Khushi’s fault.” Payal said as she ran after Buaji.

Buaji let go of Khushi, who slid to the floor. “How can you say that? After everything you’ve heard. After your father had a heart attack and you’re still protecting her?”

“Buaji, how can you believe a stranger over family?”

“Because there’s too much evidence to show what a filthy girl she truly is. Besides, I always knew her true character.”

“Buaji!”

“I told Shashi babuwa not to take her in and now look what’s happened. I won’t allow her to stay in this house a minute longer.”

Khushi hadn’t said a word all the way through this, she was in too much of a daze. She was hauled to her feet again by Buaji and was dragged to the door. Payal decided to try a different approach to convince Buaji not to throw Khushi out.

“Buaji what would the neighbours think?”

Buaji stopped in her tracks and looked at Payal. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re throwing Khushi out in broad day light and making a big fuss about it. People will start to talk. Imagine if they found out you kicked her out because of this scandal. People might think I’m like that too and then I’ll never get married.”

Buaji thought for a while before coming to a conclusion. “Fine. She gets to stay, for now.”

She let go of Khushi and walked away. Before Khushi could slid to the floor again, Payal lunged and grabbed her to keep her up.

“What’s going on Jiji?” she asked wearily.

Payal helped her to the nearest chair before answering her question. “I don’t know who cast the evil eye on us but you fainted and Babuji had a heart attack.”

That seemed to wake Khushi up. “What?! Where is he? Is he alright?”

She tried to get up but Payal made her sit back down. “For Devi Maya’s sake, sit down. We called the ambulance and they should be here any minute.”

“How did this happen?” she said in a quiet voice to no one in particular.

“Just after that horrible man left, both you and Babuji hit the floor. Thank Devi Maya that you weren’t out for too long, I was really worried.”

Finally, it all came back to Khushi. How that devil from the Sheesh Mahal had brought their house and how he had manipulated everything to buy her too. And now he had caused her father’s heart attack and made her whole family turn against her. At least her sister believed her and that was what was keeping her going.

Don’t focus on what he did. The main thing is her Babuji’s  health.

“I want to see Babuji, Jiji. Don’t argue please, I’m fine now.”

Payal lead her to the living room where her father was. She rushed to her father’s side, ignoring the death glares from Buaji. She couldn’t stand to see her loving father lying there lifelessly.

She burst in to tears. “I’m so sorry Babuji. This is all my fault.”

“You’re right this is all your fault.” Said Garima.

“Amma?”

“No Khushi. As soon as your father starts getting better, I want you to pack your bags and leave. Don’t tell us where you’re going, just leave. This evil has fallen on our family because of you and I’m certain that if you leave it will go away.”

“Amma! How can you say that?” asked a shocked Payal.

“It’s true. Since the day she came here she’s been nothing but trouble. I wanted to get her married off as soon as possible but your father said that she was too young and that you needed to get married first. And now she goes and does something like this. It’s too much Payal. I want her out of our lives.”

“No. I’m not going to let that happen and neither is Babuji. I can’t believe both you and Buaji believe that bastard over our Khushi.”

Before anyone could say anything else, the ambulance had arrived and the paramedics loaded Shashi in to the back of it. Garima and Buaji decided to ride with Shashi, while Payal and Khushi followed behind in an auto.

“Jiji-”

“Khushi, it’s going to be ok. They’re just angry and that’s why they’re saying things they don’t mean. Give them time to cool off and then tell them everything you told me. I promise they’ll see differently.”

Sheesh Mahal

Arnav was feeling thoroughly pleased with himself. He thought he had sold a pretty convincing case for Khushi’s family to give her to him. He was confident that by the end of the week, she would be his. He was about to get himself a drink to celebrate when his phone rang.

“ASR.”

“Sir, you know how you asked me to keep surveillance on that house you just brought.”

“Yeah, why?”

“An ambulance just left from the house.”

Arnav frowned. “Are you sure Aman?”

“Positive sir.”

“Do you know who was in the ambulance?”

“No sir.”

“Well find out and get back to me.” He snapped.

“Yes sir.”

Arnav’s conscious was starting to awaken. Of course he wanted Khushi at all cost but he didn’t want to hurt her family. He knew enough about growing up and living in a broken family to know that he wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. 20 minutes later Aman called back.

“What did you find Aman?”

“Shashi Gupta has had a heart attack sir.”

A prang of guilt passed through Arnav. “Shit!”

“Sir?”

“What’s his condition?”

“I called up the hospital; he’s not stable yet.”

“Crap. Ok, Aman, I’m going to need you to pack and get here as soon as possible. I’ll send over the helicopter.”

“May I ask why?”

“I don’t like to be questioned Aman, but since you asked nicely, I need you to run some errands for me.”

“Yes sir.”

Shekhar Hospital, Lucknow

Khushi, Payal, Garima and Buaji were all waiting outside the emergency room. Garima was crying and Buaji was trying to comfort her as well sending death glares to Khushi. Tears dropped silently from Khushi’s eyes as she sat there staring in to space and Payal was trying to be strong for her entire family. After what seemed like forever, a doctor came out of the ward. They all rushed to see what he had to say.

“Don’t worry, Mr Gupta is perfectly fine. He’s in a stable condition now.” They all breathed a sigh relief. “But he still hasn’t regained consciousness and we’d like to keep him in for observation. Tell me, has he been under a lot of stress lately?”

Buaji and Garima turned to glare at Khushi so Payal decided to answer the question. “Yes he has. We’re going through some financial troubles lately, that’s why he’s stressed.”

“Ok, we’ll take that in to consideration. I only asked because he doesn’t have a history of heart problems. Anyway, is one of you would like to stay with him over night you can. And if he recovers quickly, you should be able to take him home in a couple of days”

They all thanked the doctor and let him go. Garima decided that she was going to stay so Buaji went home to get some things for her and Shashi. Payal and Khushi decided to go to the temple to thank Devi Maya for their father’s stable condition and to ask to speed up his recovery.

Payal and Khushi had just exited the hospital when Payal thought she heard some one call her name. She dismissed it and continued walking until she heard it again. She turned to look for whoever was calling her and found a man walking towards her in a suit. She had a bad feeling about him and just knew that he was some how connected to that Arnav guy.

Payal turned to Khushi. “Khushi, go to the temple without me ok?”

“But Jiji-”

“Khushi go! I’m right behind you.” Payal made sure that Khushi got on an auto before she turned back to the man. “Who are you?”

He looked slightly startled but answered the question. “I’m Aman Mehta.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to have a chat with you.”

“Are you connected with that Arnav guy in any way?” she asked in suspicion.

“Arnav Singh Raizada? Yes, I’m his assistant.”

“Then I don’t want to talk to you.” Payal turned to walk away but he grabbed her hand. “Don’t touch me!” she bit out.

“I’m sorry.” He let go of her hand. “Sir sends his condolences for your father.”

“Thankfully my father’s not dead, so you can tell him to stuff his condolences.”

“He’ll be glad to hear that nothings happened to your father. He has told me to pay for the hospital fees.”

Payal gapped at him. “How dare he?! We don’t want his dirty money! After what he’s done, he thinks money and “condolences” will solve everything? We don’t need his help, we can take care of ourselves. So you can take his filthy money back to him.”

With that Payal stormed away. All thoughts of going to the temple flew out of the window. She now only had one thing on her mind.

HWGA Chapter 17: It's Not In Our Contact

Guys I felt bad that I kept you guys waiting over a month and then I updated with a short chapter so I decided to update today with a long chapter and visuals. But I warn you now, I'm probably not going to be updating again for 2-3 weeks. I hope you guys are satisfied with this chapter. As always purple bits are Hindi and italics are thought. Enjoy :)

Visuals: New character and Neha's sangeet outfits. 

Chapter 17: It’s Not In Our Contract

With the sangeet fast approaching and him still not being allowed in to the Haveli, Arnav decided to use his world famous brain. He started sending red roses and jelabies to Khushi. Shashi was furious at first but getting rid of the flowers and the jelabies always seemed like a waste, plus Khushi was starting to get suspicious. So Karan had suggested that they would give the flowers to Khushi and distribute the jelabies in the neighbourhood. Arnav always sent more than enough jelabies that not even Khushi could finish them all. Of course they never told Khushi who had sent her the gifts.

“Aww Karan you shouldn’t have.” Khushi had said the first time Karan had presented her with the roses and the jelabies.

“I didn’t.”

Khushi frowned. “Then who did?”

“A secret admirer perhaps. Maybe even Logan.”

Khushi blushed. “Really?”

“Khushi, Logan’s in the UK, how could he have sent you these?” Khushi blushed brighter and fumbled for her words. Karan tried to contain his laughter. “Aww you really wanted these to be from him, didn’t you?” he teased.

“Shut up.” She turned on her heels and ran. Strange things were happening to her heart. She felt elated that she had a secret admirer.

This became a daily thing. Karan would receive the flowers and the jelabies and he’d hand them to Khushi. After she had her fill, they’d go around the neighbourhood distributing all the jelabies. During this time a lot of elders had expressed their likings for Karan and Khushi’s marriage to one of their relatives but no one really wanted Khushi to get married until she regained her memories and Karan flat out refused.

The day of the sangeet had finally arrived and Arnav had never wanted to go home as badly as he did today but Amba was constantly keeping him busy. Today he had sent an extra something to Khushi along with the roses and jelabies.

Just like every other day, Karan had gone downstairs to get the mail, but today there was a package for Khushi along with the roses and jelabies. He had taken it all upstairs to her room. He knocked on the door and waited but there was no answer. He knocked again but still nothing. Irrational fear was filling Karan, he put down everything and kicked the door open to find an empty room.  His eyes widened but before he could turn the place upside down he felt a presence behind him. He turned around to find a confused Khushi staring at him.

“Karan?” she asked tentatively.

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“I umm I knocked and you didn’t answer so I umm kicked down the door.” He explained.

“Did you try the handle first?”

He looked guiltily from the broken door to Khushi. “Umm no. That thought completely escaped me.”

“You have to fix my door.”

“I will but why weren’t you in your room?”

“Amma and Buaji wanted my help in getting ready.”

“I was worried because you are always here at this time and now you weren’t so I panicked.”

Khushi frowned. “What’s gotten into you? Beating up people, kicking down doors, this isn’t like you Karan.”

“I know. I know.” He tried to change the topic to stop her from worrying, “Hey you got changed already.”

“I’m super excited. I can’t remember being to a sangeet in ages, even though Amba showed me pictures of Nikhil’s one.”

“You look absolutely beautiful.”

Khushi was wearing a green anarkali with pink borders with pick and silver designs. With minimal make up, bangles, mang tikka and a simple necklace, she looked like she could be Amba’s older sister not her mother.

Khushi smiled at the comment. “Of course I look good. Why wouldn’t I when you chose the outfit for me.”

“I do have exceptional taste. And I know how much you like the combination of green and pink. Anyway, your daily presents from your secret admirer have arrived.” He lifted the gifts up and moved into her room and placed them all on the bed.

“Karan, are you sure this isn’t all from you?”

“Yep. If I wanted to woo you Khushi I’d be more filmy, I know how much you love grand gestures. Besides, you’re not my type.”

Khushi hit him on the arm and excitedly began to open the pack of jelabies. After gulping down 5, she proceeded to open the new package in front of her. She gasped as she saw the red and cream anarkali in front of her.

“Hey Devi Maya, this is gorgeous!” she exclaimed and proceed to examine the outfit further.

“Khushi there’s a note.” Pointed Karan.

Khushi picked up the note and read it out loud, “‘Wear this to the sangeet today’. So who ever has been sending me the roses and jelabies is going to be there today. I’m so excited to finally meet him Karan!”

“Yeah me too.” He said in an indifferent tone. “So are you going to wear it?”

“No.” she said almost immediately but looked quite shocked that she had said that. “I mean I’m already dressed and I have to match jewellery and make up and I can’t be bothered. Besides, I want the man to confront me on why I’m not wearing the anarkali so I can see who he is. Unless you want to confess that it’s you Karan?”

“Sorry Khushi, it’s still not me.”

When Amba arrived home, Karan had handed her her outfit and she changed immediately without questioning him. She was too tired to do anything and she knew she’d be spending most of the night on her phone trying to sort out the mishap in London. They finally left for the sangeet around 6pm with the rest of the family.

When they arrived they had a sensory overload. The place was bursting with people, music and colours. It was a wonderful site to see. Payal had somehow managed to spot them and she reared them away from the crowd and towards the family.

“Amba, I haven’t introduced you to anyone in the family except Tara.” Said Payal or more like shouted because of all the music.

“It’s true. I’ve been so busy with work, I’ve barely have enough time to spend with family.”

“Sounds a lot like someone we know.” Said Akash and they all laughed.

“Leave my Chote alone Akash. In fact she’s turned him into a workaholic again.”  Anjili said with fake accusation in her tone.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that but we have so much work.”

“Enough work talk. Sangeet is a time for family.” Said Payal. “Alright everybody gather around. Amba, this is my husband Akash.” Amba shook hands with Akash. “And this is Sanjay and Sachin my oldest.”

“Hey, what’s up?” They said in unison.

Amba was slightly taken aback by their coordinated speech. “Hi.”

“Sachin why are you wearing that ridiculous t-shirt under your blazer?” asked an annoyed Payal.

“It’s stylish not ridiculous.” He replied.

She turned to Sanjay. “And why are you wearing ripped jeans?”

“Same reason as him.”

 “You better be properly dressed at the wedding or else.” She threatened. 

“Yes ma’am, I mean ma.” They said giving her a salute.

Payal rolled her eyes and continued. “And this is Krishna and Nandini, they are my youngest.”

Amba bent to their height and greeted them. Krish struck his tongue out to her and then ran away to play with his friends but Nandini stayed and shook her hand.

“You’re very pretty.” She said to Amba.

“Thanks, you’re very pretty too. In fact you look like a princess.”

Nandini’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“I never lie about looking good.” Replied Amba.

Nandini smiled. “I like you. We’ll be good friends.” She kissed her on the cheek and ran away.

Amba smiled after her and motioned for Payal to continue. “This is Anjiliji and her husband Viren Sharma.”

Amba shook hands with them both. “Congratulations on you daughters wedding.”

“Thank you.”

Payal turned to address Khushi. “Look who decided to turn up.”

“Who?” she asked.

“NK of course. Come on, I know he’s dying to meet you.”

Payal dragged Khushi, Karan and Amba to meet NK and his family. As soon as NK saw her he ran towards her and pulled her into a hug. At first Khushi was uncomfortable but then she sensed familiarity in his touch so she relaxed into the hug. When she was finally released, she was pulled into a hug by another person. She watched as his family greeted Amba and Karan and she could tell they had known them for a long time and was very close to them.

“Khushi, this is NK, Diane, Jake and Max.” introduced Payal.

“Namaste.” She said whilst putting her hands together.

“I didn’t think you were going to make it.” Payal said to NK.

“Yeah well, it’s not about me or Nanav. It’s about Neha, so I came.” He turned to address Khushi. “How are you feeling now Khushiji?”

“Much better Nanheji.” Everyone was shocked to hear her call NK Nanhe. She was progressing. “I’m sorry I don’t know why I called you Nanheji.”

“It’s ok Khushiji, that’s what you used to call me so please continue.”

There was a silent excitement going on. Khushi was excited to meet a new friend and everyone else was excited to see Khushi’s memories start to reappear.

“Come on, let’s meet the bride and groom.” Payal lead them towards the area where the bride and groom was. “Neha, Raj, this is Khushi, Karan and Amba.”

Raj stood up and shook everyone’s hand. “Hi, I’m Yuvjaj Verma, but everybody calls me Raj.” He lingered too much on Amba’s hand when he shook it. She could tell he was undressing her with his eyes so she tried to adjust her dupatta. This proved to be difficult considering that it was thin and sheer.

“I’ve heard of you. You’re father own a chain of hotels.” Said Karan.

“That’s right. I’ve also heard of you Mr Malik, your father also owns a chain of hotels.”

“Yeah but that’s not what he’s famous for.” They laughed. “His scandals are what makes business but your father is totally clean.”

“Thank you sir.”

 “They met in Harvard in their first year of business.” Said Payal.

“How was Harvard?” Amba asked Neha.

“Boring. I didn’t want to go there in the first place but Mamu made me. I don’t know why, I mean Aarav is going to take over the family business anyway. I dropped out but Raj and I still kept in contact. After a while, he proposed.”

“Speaking of Aarav, do you know when he’s coming back?” asked Payal.

“He should’ve been back today but his flight got cancelled because of bad weather. He should arrive tomorrow or the day after.”

“Ok. Have you seen Priti or Tara, I haven’t seen them all evening.”

“Urgh, like I care about Priti. She’s probably off in some corner doing someone.”

“Neha!”

But Neha just rolled her eyes. “I think Tara is getting changed, she was telling me how she couldn’t find her cloths.”

Meanwhile, Tara was in her room staring at the pink lehenga choli on her bed with distaste. She had planned to wear a turquoise anarkali but she couldn’t find it any where. The strangest thing was that all of her event cloths had suddenly disappeared. When she had asked one of the servants about it they had said that they were all in the wash. The only thing that was left was that pink lehenga choli. It’s not that she didn’t like it but it’s just that it exposed too much of her body that it made her uncomfortable to wear it. She was debating whether or not to ask her mother for a saree when Priti burst into her room.

“What are you doing?” Priti asked her.

“That should be my line. What are you doing here?”

“Seeing if you’re ready or not. We have to be on stage in an hour and you’re still not ready?!”

“My cloths are in the wash.”

“What’s that on the bed?”

“I don’t want to wear that.”

“Why not? I got you that for your birthday.”

“It exposes too much.”

“So what? If you got it flaunt it.”

“I’m not like you Priti, I’m not as confident or as bold.”

“We don’t have time for this discussion. It’s only for one night. And do you really want to face the wrath of my sister.”

Tara shuddered. “No I don’t.”

“Good, get changed.” Prtit was about to leaved the room when Tara’s voice stopped her.

“You put all my cloths in the wash, didn’t you?” accused Tara.

Priti turned and smirked at her. “Maybe.” She turned and ran away before Tara could do anything to her.

Tara sighed and decided to get changed.

Khushi was enjoying every minute of the sangeet. As she watched Tara and Priti on stage, her head started hurting. She started getting flashes of images she couldn’t remember but she could sense happy and sad memories connecting to them. A blurry image started to become clearer. Just as she was about to see a clear picture, a hand on her shoulder jerked her out of it. She looked to find Arnav staring at her with concern. At first she could feel her heart beat increase at the site of him but then something in her made her jerk away from his touch. She looked around to find both Karan and Amba missing.

“Are you ok?” he asked, his voice full of love and concern.

“I’m fine.” She said slightly coldly. Again Khushi surprised her self with the amount of hostility in her tone.

He didn’t even blink at her tone. “Are you enjoying the sangeet?”

She forced the weird feelings down and tried to be civil. “Yes, I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” There was a pregnant pause as Arnav gathered courage to ask her what he wanted. “Khushi?”

“Yes?”

“Why aren’t you wearing the anarkali I sent you?”

Khushi’s mouth dropped open and formed a perfect oval. Arnav almost laughed out loud. He had missed this so much. He had missed her so much.

“You!”

“Yes me.”

“You’re the one sending roses and jelabies and now cloths?”

“The dress was a one time thing because I was hoping that you would wear it to the sangeet.”

“I’m sorry but I had already put this dress on when your parcel arrived and I didn’t feel like changing. Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” He said cheekily.

She laughed causing Arnav to fall in love with her all over again. “Are you always like this?”

“Only around people I like.” He replied with a wink.

Khushi’s mouth fell open again. “Besharam! Why are you sending me things?”

“Because I like you.”

Khushi decided that for the rest of the evening she wouldn’t close her mouth. There was no point, it would just open up again.

“I can’t believe how blunt you are.”

“I once played games Khushi and I lost. I don’t like losing. I think if you want something it’s best not to wait and watch how things turn out.”

“All good things come to those who wait.” She said without missing a beat.

“But the best things come to those who actually do something about it.” He replied just as easily.

She smiled at him and stuck her hand out. “Khushi Kumari Gupta.”

He grabbed a hold of her hand and brought it to his lips. “Arnav Singh Raizada.”

Needless to say, Khushi’s mouth was open for the rest of the evening.

Amba had gone to the garden to sort out yet another mix up in with the company. She was getting tired of this. Whoever said that with age comes wisdom was lying. All the idiots she had to deal with tonight were at least 10 years older than her yet they couldn’t follow simple instructions. It seemed like there was no way she was going to enjoy the sangeet. She sighed. It didn’t matter now, most of the guests had left and her family would follow shortly.

No one knew this but Amba loved weddings and all the rituals that came with it. She had enjoyed Nik’s wedding so much she couldn’t wait to go to more. Yes the wedding and all the preparations had been a big hassle but that’s why she loved it. She loved working on a tight schedule and a deadline, that’s why she loved her job so much.

At least I can look forward to the mehendi and the actual wedding.

She hung up the call and sighed. She heard a noise behind her and turned. Yuvraj was staring at her with hungry eyes. A shiver passed along her and it had nothing to do with the cold night air. She tensed and began to walk towards the house but he blocked her way.

“Excuse me.” She said coldly.

“Why the hostility sweetheart?” he said with a grin.

Amba wanted to smack that grin off his face but she didn’t want to create a scene. She tried side stepping him but he blocked her way again and grabbed her arm.

“Don’t touch me!” she pulled her hand from his grasp.

He held his hands up in surrender. “Fine, I just want to talk.”

Amba crossed her arms. “So talk.”

“I have a proposition for you.”

“How very businessman-like of you.”

“Well you’re a businesswoman and I’m a businessman so I thought this would be the best approach.”

“Continue.”

“I want to have sex with you.” He said bluntly.

“Excuse me!” Amba was outraged.

“It will only be for tonight and we’ll never speak of this again. It will be in one of my hotels and no one has to know.”

“I don’t sleep with married men.”

“It’s a good job I’m not married then.”

“Or cheaters. Does Neha know about this side of you?”

“Please!” he scoffed. “Neha knows I’m not marrying her because of love.”

“What?!”

“I’m marrying her to extend business.”

“But Aarav will inherit the company, she said so.”

“It doesn’t matter. They are family, they’ll be useful backing in business ventures.”

“And what does Neha get out of all of this?”

“Me. Silly girl has wanted me since she first laid eyes on me. I told her I’m not a one woman man but she wouldn’t leave me alone. Then she came with a proposition; if I marry her, I get backing from one of the most successful companies in the world. I couldn’t refuse an offer like that.”

“Does she know that you’re not going to be faithful?”

“I never said I was going to be. It’s not in our contract.”

“You made a contract.”

“Of course. Every deal comes with a contract.”

“So this is just a contract marriage?”

“Yep. So about that proposition.”

“You make me sick-”

“Raj!”

They turned to find Neha staring at them both.

“How much did you hear Neha?” he asked casually.

Dun dun dun. I know I'm evil. I like creating misunderstandings, it's so much fun. I now understand why the CVs constantly did it. Alright guys I'll see you lot in 2-3 weeks :-*

Visual's for Neha's Sangeet

Outfit's for Neha's Sangeet. I thought visuals would be nice as I'm horrible when it comes to describing cloths. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these pictures, I got them all off the internet.

Neha's Sangeet

Khushi's anarkali

Khushi's anarkali (the one that Arnav gave her)

Karan's sherwani

Amba's lehenga

Payal's saree

Akash's sherwani

Anjili's saree

Viren's sherwani

Nandini's anarkali

Krishna's sherwani

Sachin's outfit

Sanjay's outfit

NK's sherwani

Diane's saree/lehenga

Jake's outfit

Max's outfit

Neha's lehenga

Yuvraj's suit

Tara's lehenga

Priti's lehenga

Arnav's suit

HWGA Chapter 16: Kids Are Hard To Control

I know I'm super late in updating this story and I'm really sorry, I got caught up in college stuff again. I also apologise that it's short. The purple bits are meant to be Hindi and italics are thoughts. Enjoy :)

Chapter 16: Kids Are Hard To Control

Gupta Haveli

Karan was in his room, whilst a concerned Khushi applied ice to his black eye, tended to his bust lip and bruised knuckles, when his phone rang.

“Hold on Khushi, this could be important.”

Khushi stopped dabbing his split lip and looked at him. “What’s more important than your health?”

“A lot of things, so please stop.”

She rolled her eyes. “Men!” she murmured and left.

As soon as she was gone, Karan picked up the phone. “Yes Logan?”

“What have you done Karan?” he asked exasperatedly.

“What do you mean?”

“Arman just called up Sandra.”

“Who?”

“Mr Raizada’s assistant. He was trying to convince her to convince me to fire you.”

“What?”

“Yep. I must say, Arnav works fast. I mean he has a lot of dirt on you; from your days as a stripper to your womanizing tendencies.”

“Wow.” Karan smirked, “I must’ve really pissed him off.”

“It’s not funny Karan, what did you do?”

“How did you respond to all this dirt?”

“Sandra said that she’d speak to me and get back to him. Karan what did you do?!”

“Do me a favour and don’t tell him we’re friends. Oh and I beat him up.”

Logan was outraged. “You did what?!”

“He asked for it.”

“I somehow very much doubt he asked for it.”

“Hey! He was the one who threw the first punch.” Karan said defensively.

“You know what, I don’t care. Does he even realise that you are the head photographer for the shoot and the show?”

“He hardly thinks with his head when he’s angry, Khushi told me. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. If you fire me, he can get another photographer.”

“Karan I don’t want to fire you.”

“Logan, you’ll lose business if you don’t. Besides, I want to stay here and look after Amba and Khushi and firing me will allow me to do that. So in a way, Arnav has really helped me.”

“I’m not going to fire you.”

“Then give me time off and hire a new photographer quickly.”

“Your family is so bad for my business.”

“But you love us anyway.”

“It’s true.” There was a pause. “How are they?”

“Khushi’s still the same. I think Amba is doing a bit better.”

“That’s good.”

“Hey Logan, thanks. I’m going to go and deliver the good news to Arnav.”

“Please don’t get in to any more fights with Arnav.”

“I make no promises.”

He cut the call before Logan could say anything and went to get ready. He went downstairs after he got ready.

“Where are you going?” asked Khushi as she caught him trying to sneak out.

Karan gave her a guilty look. “To pick up Amba, she doesn’t know her way around town.”

“You’re not going anywhere!” She ordered.

“Khushi, I’m fine. Stop fussing.”

“At least take one of the servants with you.” She insisted.

“Fine. Meena!” he shouted.

There was a sound of small feet and then a little girl came running towards them.

“Yes Karan Bhaiya?”

“I meant an adult Karan.” Said Khushi firmly.

Karan ignored Khushi. “Do you want to go with me to pick up Amba Didi?”

“Yes I do!” she jumped in joy and ran out.

Karan watched her run out in fondness while Khushi scowled.

“Karan-”

“You know I really like Meena.”

“I can see that but-”

“She reminds me of you when you were younger.”

Khushi’s features softened. “Aww Karan, that’s so sweet. Wait! Sweet talking won’t-”

But Karan had already run out the door.

AR, Lucknow

Amba had just finished her presentation. She looked towards ASR who had a neutral expression on his face.

“That was impressive. Did you do all of that by yourself?”

“Thank you and yes I did.”

“So young yet so talented.”

“I gather you were about my age when you started to build your empire Mr Raizada, so age doesn’t really affect talent.”

Arnav smirked. “I’m going to make a few small changes but otherwise I’m ready to go through your proposal.”

Amba smiled and shook his hand. They could hear a commotion outside before a small girl burst in through the doors with two men following close behind.

“What the hell Arman!” ASR burst out.

“I’m sorry sir-”

“No I’m sorry.” Arnav turned to look at the person who had spoken. When he saw who it was, he’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Kids are hard to control. I was just here to pick Amba up because she doesn’t know her way around Lucknow well enough but Meena wanted to go exploring.”

“Sorry uncle.” Meena said to Arnav, whilst holding her ears.

“It’s ok, it happens.” Arnav smiled at Meena.

“Ok, since everything’s ok, let’s go dad.” Said Amba as she tried to push Karan out of the door.

“Hold on Amba, I just want to talk to Mr Raizada for a moment.”

“Dad.” Amba pleaded with her eyes.

“I will only talk.” He whispered in her ear. “Unless he starts getting physical, in which case I will defend my self.”

“Please don’t let it get to that.”

“I won’t if he doesn’t. Take Meena and wait in the car.”

Amba gave him an uncertain look before she took Meena and went out. Arman stood in the room until ASR gave him a nod to leave. When they were finally alone, Arnav sat down and motioned for Karan to do the same.

“Mr Malik, how may I help you?”

“I just wanted to come and thank you in person.”

“What for?” Arnav asked in a confused tone.

“For getting me fired.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Did you know I was the head photographer for this project?”

Arnav’s eyes widened but he gave no other reaction. “I wasn’t aware.”

“I free lance so I can get another job easily but you could easily sabotage that too couldn’t you?”

“Perhaps.”

Karan smirked. “I’d like to thank you for my unemployment because this mean I get to stay in India and take care of Khushi.” Arnav’s jaws and fists clenched. Karan leaned in so he was inches away from Arnav’s face. “This time I’m going to protect her properly so you won’t even get a chance to talk to her never mind hurt her. So thank you for this opportunity Mr Raizada. I wasn’t able to do it in the past but I’m going to make sure I’m there for her now and you made that all possible.”

Karan smiled at a raged Arnav and left his conference room. He had barely stepped outside when he heard the sound of things being broken. His smile widen as he walked away.

Today is a great day.

As he walked into the car park his eyes met a concerned Amba’s.

“I didn’t touch him I promise.”

Amba let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

Over the next few weeks, Payal and Akash brought their children over to meet Khushi and Khushi had gone over to the Sheesh Mahal to meet them too. Arnav had tried to sneak in to the Haveli may times but he would never get passed the guards that Karan had employed no matter what he tried. They would make sure that Arnav was at work when Karan took Khushi over to the Sheesh Mahal but even then they wouldn’t stay too long.

“Karan, why do I get an uneasy feeling?” Khushi had asked Karan the first time she was getting ready to go to the Sheesh.

“Must be Buaji’s cooking.” He had joked.

“I’m being serious Karan, something doesn’t feel right.”

Karan frowned and looked her in the eyes. “I promise if you feel unwell we’ll come straight home ok?”

“Ok.”

They had gotten a warm welcome as soon as they had arrived. Payal had introduced Khushi and Karan to everyone and vice versa.

“I would introduce you to NK but he and Arnavji had a little disagreement so he’s staying in a hotel until his wife and kids come.” Said Payal.

“Who’s NK?” asked Khushi.

“Only your best friend ever.” said Karan.

“I thought you were my best friend?” pouted Khushi.

“True. Your second best friend ever.”

“I can’t wait to meet my second best friend.” Khushi said with glee.

“Khushiji?” Khushi turned to see who had called her name. “I’m really sorry Khushiji.”

“Who’s that?” whispered Khushi to Payal.

“That’s Anjiliji, Arnavji’s sister and the mother of the bride.”

“She makes me feel slightly uneasy.” Payal gave her a disapproving. Khushi turned to address Anjili, “Why are you sorry Anjiliji?”

“About everything.” Anjili said earnestly. Khushi gave her a puzzled look. “About you losing your memory and everything.”

“Oh yeah. You don’t have to be sorry. Congratulations on your daughter’s wedding.”

“Thank you.”

The rest of the visit had been uneventful but whenever Khushi came to the Sheesh Mahal, she’d make it a point to avoid Anjili as much as possible.

Amba had been given strict instructions from her father to keep Arnav occupied as much as possible. This wasn’t very hard as their deadline was nearing and there was still so much to do. Still Amba would make sure to get him to the office by 5am and make him leave at 11pm the latest. Arnav was getting irritated that he hadn’t seen Khushi since that day he had fought with Karan. Knowing that she was in the same city as him and the fact that she came to his house regularly and he wasn’t able to meet her, was killing him.

“Why don’t we work from the Sheesh Mahal?” Arnav had suggested one day.

Amba raised an eyebrow. “That’s highly unprofessional Mr Raizada. I prefer to keep business and personal things separate.”

 This frustrated him to no end and he ended up lashing out at work, especially to Arman and Amba. Though Arman stood there and took everything ASR threw at him, Amba was less lenient. She always gave back as good as she got. She was so much like Khushi that it angered him further. Only one thing kept him going; the sangeet was in a few days and he knew Khushi would be coming to the Sheesh Mahal. This was the only thing that was keeping him sane, keeping him from kidnapping her and taking her away from everyone else. He had waited 22 years for her, a few days of torture were nothing compared to the promise of having her love forever.