Angels and Devils Chapter 1: First Encounters

Disclaimer: I don't own IPKKND or it's characters. However I do own this story concept.

This is a darker version of how Arnav and Khushi met. If you don't like an abusive Arnav don't read this story. I wanted to write this for ages so I did. The italics are thoughts. I've decided to continue this but I don't know when I'll update. People this story is 16+ so kids please don't read it. So until then, enjoy!

Chapter 1: First Encounters

Arnav was furious. The girl had decided to ruin his fashion show and now she was running away?

I don’t think so

He got on his Bluetooth immediately. “Security! Make sure that girl in the green and pink lehenga doesn’t leave the Sheesh Mahal. When you find her, take her up to my room and make sure you lock the doors so she can’t get out!”

The press had gathered all around him asking him bothersome questions.

“Who was that girl?”

“Why was she wearing green, when the theme is red?”

“Is she new? Is that why she looked nervous and fell?”

“Was this planned?”

“Where’s your original show stopper, Diva?”

ASR wasn’t listening to any of these questions, he waded through the crowd and stormed into the building. He went straight up to his room. He slammed the door shut hoping it would calm him down but it didn’t. He took off his ascot, his jacket and rolled up his sleeves and waited. He didn’t know why he wanted to hurt her but he did. Everything about this place made him violent and all the bad memories came back stronger. He tried not to think about it and calm down but the anger just built up inside him as the seconds went on. Finally he could hear a commotion in the corridor. A girl was shoved into his room. She didn’t acknowledge his presence and turned to bang on the door.

“Please let me go. I need to find Abishek Kannah and return for my sister’s wedding. I’m late as it is. Please let me go. Please.” She kept begging and banging on the door for another 5 minutes before she slumped to the ground and began sobbing. All through this ASR was watching her with a kind of sick pleasure.

Maybe next time she’ll think twice before she goes up against Arnav Singh Riazada.

After a while, Khushi became aware that she wasn’t alone in the room. She turned around quickly to find Arnav staring at her. She became aware of her situation and tried to fix her dupatta to cover herself more. There was silence. Arnav was staring at her and Khushi was staring at the floor, shifting uncomfortably.

After a while Khushi spoke, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was thrown into someone’s room. Can you please open the door so I can get out?” she asked in a shaky voice.

Arnav took a step towards her and she took one back. They kept at this until she hit the door and finally looked up. She gasped. It was the same man who had caught her when she fell off the stage.

“Umm oh it’s you. Thank you for catching me when I fell off stage. I can be really clumsy sometimes.” She laughed nervously. “Umm sir, would you mind opening the door?”

But Arnav wasn’t listening to a word she was saying. Now that he had been staring at her for a while, he could see her beauty. Her big brown eyes, which had gone slightly red due to her crying, he could stare at all day and not get bored. Her porcelain skin was flawless except for the tinny mole on her cheek, which in his opinion, added to her beauty. Her slightly sniffling red nose. Her plump rose lips that were begging him to be kissed. He wanted to fist her glossy black hair. Saying that Arnav Singh Riazada was hypnotised would be an understatement. He kept on stepping closer as if stalking his pray. He could see the movement of her breasts heave up and down due to his closness. He smirked before he realised he was openly admiring her.

Khushi was confused at the man who was slowly etching towards her with passion filled eyes. She had never seen a man looking at her like that before. Sure she’s seen men look at her with lust or longing but not the kind of intensity that this stranger was giving her. She couldn’t tell what it was about him that made her so breathless. For a minute she forgot why she was even in the Sheesh Mahal and concentrated on the man in front of her. He looked like a Greek God. The stubble on his face really defined his jaw line. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair just to see if they felt as soft as they looked. He’s shirt did nothing to hide his muscular form and Khushi wondered if God had spent extra time in creating him.

Before she knew what was happening he grabbed her hand and twisted her around and brought her crashing into his chest. This caused her dupatta to slip off a little. He revelled in the feeling for a while before he got back to the task at hand. Khushi was so shocked at the turn of events that she didn’t know how to react and Arnav used this to his advantage.

“Who sent you?” he snarled into her ears. When she didn’t reply, he shook her and this seemed to bring Khushi out of her dazed. “I said who sent you?” And this time he squeezed her wrists to make sure she had heard him.

Khushi hissed in pain but managed to mumble, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Arnav had had a long day and he knew that tomorrow he would have to face his bastard of an uncle. He had been preparing for this show for over 6 months and he wanted perfection. But this girl had to come and ruin it. He was going to make sure she was punished and punished severely.

Especially a low class girl like her who is always after easy cash. I bet she doesn’t know the meaning of hard work. A little discipline will help her in life.

He spun her around in his arms again until her chest crashed with his. Her dupatta had completely slipped off now and was only being held together by their bodies. Then he brought his other hand up to her dori. Khushi gasped and looked at him with pleading eyes. He smirked and ripped the dori. As the small pearls fell on the floor, Khushi’s heart sank. She knew she was in big trouble now. She tried to struggle in his arms but his vice like grip didn’t falter.

“I’m going to ask you again. Who sent you here?! You have 1 minute to give me an answer or else.” He hissed.

By now Khushi was shaking badly and she had tears streaming down her face. She didn’t understand what was going on but she knew that he wanted an answer. For some reason that Arnav couldn’t understand, he wasn’t enjoying her tears as much as he had hoped to but he brushed that thought aside.

“No one sent me here. I came to talk to Abishek Kannah about my sister’s dowry. I swear that’s all I’m here for.” She said in between sobs and hiccups.

The way she said it with such sincerity made Arnav want to actually believe her. Then he remembered that trusting people lead to down falls and girls such as her were taught to be expert liars and that they’d do or say anything to make you believe them. He didn’t let her tears or her words affect him. He took a deep breath, held her tighter and brought her closer to him.

“This is your last chance to tell me the truth before I get ugly.” He warned.

“I am telling the truth!” she chocked out.

He was beyond angry now. This girl just wouldn’t let go of her story.

“Fine, have it your way.”

Her dupatta fell to the ground as he picked her up and walked towards the bed. Khushi began to struggle violently in his arms but he had a firm grip on her. He dropped her on to the bed roughly and before Khushi could bolt out of the bed, Arnav had her pinned. She opened her mouth to scream but Arnav quickly covered it with his hand.

“Don’t even think of screaming because this room is sound proof.”

He removed his hand. Khushi chose to disregard his words and began screaming at the top of her voice. She stopped when she realised he was telling the truth.

“Good, now tell me the truth!”

“I already told you everything, I swear!”

“I don’t believe you. I think someone paid you to spy on me to get information. Did they tell you to get close to me? To fuck me if necessary? Huh? Girls like you make me sick. You’d do anything for money, right? How much did they pay you? I’ll pay you double, no triple, to leave me alone.”

Khushi was shaking her head to all these allegations. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I swear. I’ll leave you alone for free if you let me go.” She begged.

“I hate liars and since you’re so adamant to stick to your story, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I do this.”

With that he pulled off her lehenga and claimed her lips. Khushi was numb. She just lay there as she couldn’t process how she had gotten into this situation. He bit her lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her taste was addictive; he couldn’t get enough of her. He brought himself closer to her to make sure there wasn’t any gap between them. His hands began to caress her soft milky thighs travelling higher to her hips, waists and her breasts. He craved her touch and at that moment he knew he wanted her. Khushi didn’t even try and protest she knew it would be futile.

He eventually came up for air and made the mistake of staring at her face. The tears had gone now but the trails they had made on her face were visible. Her eyes looked empty and held a slight tinge of fear to them. Arnav got off her hastily when he realised what he was about to do. She didn’t move an inch. He had forgotten that she hadn’t consented to this and he was about to go and claim her. He covered his mouth with his hands and stared at her, hoping for some kind of reaction but none came. He moved to his jacket, got out his wallet and flung some cash at her lifeless body.

“I hope you learnt your lesson; never mess with Arnav Singh Riazada. Now take the cash and leave. I hope you’ll think twice before you do something like this again.”

He turned and waltzed out of the room leaving Khushi in exactly the same position she was. After a while she realised he was no longer on her or touching her. She sat up on the bed to find the room empty. She gingerly got out of the bed and put on her lehenga. She picked up her dupatta and adjusted it so no one could see the bruises he had created. She was about to leave when she saw her broken dori pearls on the floor. She released her hair from her plaits so it could cover her exposed back.

She opened the door and peered out to see if anyone was around. When she was sure there was no one there, she made a straight beeline for her scooter. All thoughts of finding Abishek and confronting him about the dowry flew from her mind. Fresh tears fell from her eyes as she tried to ignore her aching body and mind. She could only thank Devi Maya that nothing major happened to her back there and pray that no one would stop her on the way to her scooter. She got to her scooter with no hindrance but she didn’t relax, only when she was sure she was half way home did she choose to relax.

Back in the Sheesh Mahal, Arnav was angrily pacing the building. He couldn’t believe he was about to do something so monstrous. He came to a stop at an open room. He stepped into the darkness of the room and just stood there for a while, thinking about his actions. Finally he decided to turn on the lights to find out where he had ended up. The light illuminated a large room with a high ceiling that had chandeliers hanging from them. The chandeliers sprinkled a rainbow of light on the silk drapes and the mosaic floor. It was truly a grand room but Arnav’s eyes didn’t admire its beauty, he was looking at the one thing that spoilt the room. His father’s painting. He stared at his father’s smiling face and with a roar took the painting down. He ripped the painting to shreds and threw the pieces into the fireplace before lighting the fire. He watched as his father burnt down with empty eyes and remembered Khushi.

“I’m nothing like you, you bastard!” He spat. He left the room as the final embers died down.

When Khushi reached the house she finally remembered that today was her sister’s wedding and that she had gone to convince the groom about the dowry. She rushed in to find everything deadly quiet. She looked around to find the aarti fire put out, the mandeep empty and unused and most of the decorations were taken down too. She ran to the house and into her room. She found Payal sitting in front of the mirror staring into space. Khushi walked toward her but Payal showed no signs for moving. Khushi grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little. Payal looked at her like she was seeing her for the first time and launched herself at her. Khushi flinched at the sudden touch but held her as she cried. Payal sobbed on Khushi’s shoulder until Khushi pried her away.

“What happened Jiji?”

“They refused to lower the dowry and then cancelled the wedding.” Then she hit Khushi on the head. “On top of that you went missing. Do you know how worried we were? It’s 1am now!”

Khushi shuddered before answering her question. “Sorry Jiji, I went to see if I could convince Abiskek but obviously he didn’t listen to a word I said.” She lied easily.

“Khushi was that all you were doing? Did he do anything to you? Please tell me you didn’t do anything stupid because of me?” Payal’s eyes filled with concern as to what kind of convincing her sister had to do that would get her home at 1am.

“I only talked. HE didn’t do anything to me. Besides there was a lot of traffic.”

Payal didn’t seem convinced but she didn’t push the matter.

“Let Amma, Babuji and Buaji know you back, they’ve been really worried.”

“Ok.”

Khushi went to see her parents and after a slap and a few lies she came back to her room to find Payal had already fallen asleep. She went to the bathroom and stared at her naked body covered in bruises. She knew they’d be there for a while. She had a long shower and scrubbed her body until it was raw. She didn’t want to remember his touch. When she finally came out, the first lights of day were touching the sky. She was so tired but she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep so began her daily chores.

Upon returning to his room, Arnav found that it was empty. He was really surprised after his behaviour towards her but what did surprise him was that she hadn’t taken any of his money. It lay there scattered around the room.

Maybe it wasn’t as much as she hoped for.

He called Aman to make sure none of the news crews launched the video of her falling into his arms at the catwalk.

No need to give her the attention she craves for and I don’t want the world to know my perfect show was so imperfect.

He went to his personal bar and made himself a drink. He drank until it was dawn and no matter how much he tried to forget her she always managed to get into his thoughts. The angel disguised as a devil.

She worked extra hard on her chores but no matter what she did, he was always on her mind. The devil disguised as an angel.