Arnav drove recklessly. He had ruined everything. His happiness, his life, his Khushi,. His Khushi, Oh how it felt. Why him? Why him always??? Why had he been the one to see that none of his dreams turned in to reality. Why?? Why could he not take this? This is too much. He is a monster. It all started well. That Scum . If alone he could kill him, he would definitely.
**Flash back**
Arnav walked into the room tired of all the preparations for his sister’s Godh barai ceremony tomorrow. It was the first in the family and he had literally done each and every arrangement himself. He wanted it to be the best and alas!!! This is the best he could.
As tiredness threatened to overpower his senses, he saw the most refreshing site. He saw his wife clad in green saree just like the sangeet night. Hair put up on a small top not and looking dreamily at the night sky and her parents. Her saree was transperant and netted. She had carelessly clad it in a single pleat. The saree was blowing with the wind and her hair was slightly dancing in the air. Her dori was swaying in tandem with her hair. Her back was exposed showing the creamy skin which invoked sinful images in his head. Her face was upturned, eyes closed as if in a prayer and lips slightly open.
She was a lovely picture and any man on earth would never resist this angel. So was ASR no Arnav. He stealithly walked towards her and looked at her. She was lost in her world. Arnav slowly crept behind her and kissed her on her right cheek.
Khushi was praying to her parenets when she felt someone kiss her right cheek. She was startled by this. She looked here and there, yet there was no one. She felt herself dreaming. Why would he kiss her. He hated her. She turned her gaze to the night sky and once again closed her eyes. Again she felt a small kiss and a caress on her waist. She did not want to open her eyes. If this is a dream so be it. She did not want to wake up. It felt so right. It felt wonderful. She felt herself floating as the caress continued. Slowly the hand was finding its way from her waist to her navel and the lips were moving from her cheek to her neck.
She let out a small moan and said “Arnav”….
Arnav was on cloud nine. She not just enjoyed his presense but also recognized it as Arnav, as him. he slowly deepened the kiss and came upto her lips and that was when Khushi realized that it was not a dream. She immediately opened her eyes and turned in his arms. She looked at Arnav. She looked at his eyes and felt desire rush through her veins. She looked at him as though she was looking at him for the first time. Both of them gazed into each others eyes. The woul’nt mind if the world ended. Arnav slowly ran his fingers from her forehead to her chin taking in her face. He was staring at her as though she was an angel who came down to him. True, An angel, she was. Khushi was so caught up in the heat of his gaze. The love that radiated from his eyes was driving her crazy. She slowly brought her hand up to encircle around his neck, when she heard a small giggle. She immediately turned her head and spotted Anjali and Shyam coming towards them. She saw Anjali had a teasing glint and Shyam was furious looking at her. Immediately, she started squirming in Arnav’s arms. Arnav who was oblivious to all this and had his back towards Anjali and Shyam was surprised as how Khushi’s reaction changed so instantly.
He then heard Anjali teasing him. “ hey, Chotey, Oh this is why you ran to your room??? To see your beautiful wife??? Shyamji has been calling you for so long and you did not even hear him??? Arnav now openly snarled at Shyam. Khushi immediately looked at Arnav, who instinctively looked at her. He saw her face show disappointment and hurt. “Shit” he thought. He could sense what she was thinking now.
Khushi was hurt. Now she understood. He did what he did to infuriate Shaym and to keep up the happy married couple façade in front of his sister. He was a great actor. She felt so insulted and used. She immediately moved little from him.
Arnav was disappointed at the turn of events. How his lovely angel had turned her face away from him. This is defnetly called poetic justice. May be her Devi Maiya did exist. She was tormenting and paying him back on behalf of his Khushi.
He smiled at his sister and walked out along with Anjali and Shyam. Before he moved out, he gave a look full of love and longing to his Khushi, who now had her back turned to him.
**End of Flashback**
Arnav came back to his room in the mid night and saw her sleeping on the floor.
Atleast tomorrow would be good. He hoped.
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