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.