When The Playboy Meets The Tomboy

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Khushi POV

After so many rituals I entered Riazada house more to say, a mansion. Before I walk inside, his Mom said, "stop, first you have to complete rituals. " More rituals? Then what had I done these time.

I looked everyone confused, bhabhi is giggling and Akaash sir is smiling, even his bhai too smiling. I looked at Arnav, he winked at me. What? I didn't know his one wink has these power, definitely he is handsome.

"That's all easy for the ASR. " He is praising himself and the very next moment I found myself on his arm.

"She is too light. Shall we go inside or stand here? " He asked and I can't understand why he is taking me and even bridal style. These types of romance are out of fashion, even for fake, I don't like it.

"Arnav, what are you doing? " I whispered, because everyone is watching.

"This is the so called ritual, my beautiful wife. " Ritual, what else is here. Seems like it is only beginning. I thought he ka only dumb here, but seems like everyone is crazy.

"Shall we.? " He walked upstairs with me in his hand.

Wait, wait, wait... He complimented me as beautiful wife. Am I dreaming? Will earth stop rotating. It is the wonder of the whole world.

After placing me on bed he sighed hard and caressed his own back.

"Oh God, you are so heavy. " He is still panting.

"Then, you should have stopped carrying me and letting me walk. " I pointed out.

"How can I? I am very much muscular, don't you know it? And that idiot Akaash is there. If he is not here, It would be fine. " So it is his mental competition with him.

"Look khushi, on his wedding I will makes him rounding this home two days carrying his bride. How can he play with me? "

"You carry on. " He sounds like it was Akash sir who made him carry me. He and his stupid ego.

"And you look okay with this bridal dress. Why can't you wear it often? " He asked rubbing his nape of the neck.

"What? Wearing bridal dress and often? I thought I married a dumb playboy but I didn't know that he hasn't brain at all. " I walked to the washroom and closed the door.

When I came back he is still there with crossing his hand. Didn't he forget what I had said?

I smiled at him. Anyway I know self defense, my daily work out won't waste.

"Oh what should I wear now? " I asked looking at the roof. My dress didn't arrive yet and I can't wear any saree or salwar.

"I want to get ridden of this saree. " I am feeling difficult.

"Shall I help you? " He came forward and I walked back, it was his sudden dialogue and too with different voice, a deep low sound.

My back touched the wall. I was already near the wall and now my back touched it. Even before I calculate what is happening, his one hand placed on the wall like blocking me from moving to that way.

If you touch your finger on my skin, then next second you airport will be under damage.  This is me Khushi Kumari Gupta is saying.

After placing his another hand on mt other side he lowered his face to my level. I prepared to hit him very well on his airport so that he won't take nay flight.