IAL Chapter 17: Mr X

The first bit may seem slightly rushed and that's because you guys already know the plan so I didn't want to write too much about it and drag it out especially as this is a short story I really wanted to get back into the good parts. This part is a bit bigger than the rest as I will not be updating this weekend, I'm going to be too busy so I'll see you guys on Monday. Lastly, could the people who aren't receiving my pms please let me know so I sort this out. Enjoy :)

Chapter 17: Mr X

 

The wedding went off without a hitch. Somehow Khushi had managed to avoid Arnav the entire time. Every time he’d see her somewhere, he’d head towards that direction but as soon as he’d get there she’d be somewhere else entirely. It was as if she had developed super human powers of evasion.

 

On the bright side, Arnav and NK had managed to keep Shyam away from Anjili all night, much to her disappointment. Arnav had even suggested that she sleep with Nani tonight and thankfully she agreed without too much fuss. And NK had successfully managed to stop Arnav from beating the crap out of Shyam and made sure that no one suspected the tension between them. This was especially impressive as every time Arnav looked at Shyam, his fists would clench and he would lung at him.

 

The next morning NK and Arnav put their plan into action. They drove Akash and Payal to the airport so they could go to their honeymoon and when they got back, they helped Nani, Mami and Anjili pack for their pilgrimage.

 

With nothing else to do, Arnav left NK to watch over the women while he went to work. But that didn’t help much either. Every time he did something he would think of Khushi. He’d write a report and he’s think of her. He’d yell at someone and he’d think of her. He’d see the designs for the new collection and he’d think of her. Eventually he stopped working and made a list of ways he could woo Khushi and make her his forever.

 

He was in the middle of the list when his phone rang.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Mr Raizada?” said an unfamiliar voice.

 

“Yes, who is this?”

 

“This is Mr X.”

 

“Mr X?” Arnav said sceptically.

 

“Yes, Aman hired me from the private detective agency, it’s best that you don’t know my name.”

 

“…ok?”

 

“I’ve been working since last night and I haven’t collected all the information on Mr Shyam Monohar Jha but I’ve found a few things out that you might be interested in.”

 

Arnav sat up straight and prepared himself. “Ok, give it to me.”

 

As soon as the call had ended, Arnav got into his car and drove as fast as he could to his destination. When he arrived, he kept knocked on the door so hard that it nearly came off its hinges.

 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Said a voice from inside the house.

 

When the door opened, Khushi came face to face with Arnav, whose expression couldn’t knocked anyone dead.

 

His cold eyes stared into her warm ones. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” he said harshly.