Hello Lovely Readers, Here is the next part of this FF, Hopefully you will like it.
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I know friends, you've been waiting for the wedding for so long, but this part is necessary for the wedding to take place. So please be patient with me and the story.
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Khushi fled from Arnav as fast as she could. She gasped for breath, clutching her heart, standing outside his home.
"What kind of dheela character husband Sheetal jiji was going to have! I don't know what Jiji saw in this man that she agreed to marry him. Poor girl," she muttered.
"Put haldi on me just because he couldn't complete this ritual with his wife? Areyy, yeh kya baat hui? And instead of apologizing, he teased me. How dare he? God knows, kiss mitti se yeh insaan bana hai? Only Devi Maiya knows how much trouble this man's wife will face dealing with him. Huh! Shameless man! Chiiii chi chi." Her face flushed with anger and coyness.
Devi Maiya smirked from the sky.Khushi headed home, her mind replaying the short time she spent with Arnav. She recalled how he looked at her, how he cared for her. She remembered during the sangeet when he eased her fear of darkness. She thought of the way he glared at Garima when she scolded Khushi for dancing, as if he wanted to strangle her mother. Garima might have missed it, but Khushi didn't. Her heart beat erratically thinking about it. And what happened earlier? Was it really just for fun? His touch felt different-it made her feel alive.
Tears welled in her hazelnut eyes, unbidden. A strange, gentle pain tugged at her heart. She had never felt this way about anyone before. Confused by her emotions, she reminded herself that he was to be her jijaji. How could she feel this way? It was wrong, immoral.
Her feelings for him grew stronger every minute. Finally, tears spilled from her beautiful eyes. She resolved to stay strong-she couldn't be weak. She couldn't be a homewrecker. It wasn't in her blood.
Khushi decided it was best for everyone if she left. Her babuji would be free of her burden, and she would save herself from ruining a home. With this determination, she reached her house.
GUPTA HOUSE
The house buzzed with excitement. The wedding was tomorrow, and everyone was thrilled. Garima, overjoyed, dreamed of wealth. Her daughter would become the daughter-in-law of Delhi's most influential family. From her wheelchair, she busily directed the preparations.Khushi arrived and saw Garima ordering everyone around gleefully. Ignoring her, she headed to her room, but Garima's harsh voice stopped her. Khushi shook her head and turned, bracing for another round of blame.
