The Raizada Chronicles [IPKKND TRF AU; OS Series]

Four: The Honeymoon Again?

Arnav walked upstairs towards the designing room with a large portfolio in his hands. The eyes of the employees whose cabins were on the edge of the floor beneath him were trained on him as he walked all the way around instead of using the elevator.

Arnav stopped as turned around which caused a minute of hustling and led all back to work. The studio was his own little world like his study where he had spent countless hours mustering up small pieces of unique styles that were later imprinted into larger and collective patterns.

He entered and placed the portfolio on the table. Opening it, he took out a colored print and stuck it on the board on the left corner of the room. A picture of Khushi from the calendar photoshoot fell from behind bringing back memories. A string pulled inside him making him smile.

He needed to see her. His eyes fell on the red and blue silk sari that was wrapped around a mannequin and the note pinned to it. "Anniversary gift! Don't forget this time!".

A day ago was Payal and Akash's anniversary and Khushi, being a hopeless Bollywood fan had expected Arnav to do something for them. He smiled and stepped out locking the door. Checking the time to be of lunch hour, he rushed outside towards his car without signaling the guards to open the gates.

He walked into the room surprising her and pulled her away from the wardrobe letting the clothes in her hand fall. She tripped over her own feet and fell in his arms. "I love you" he whispered in her ear pulling her closer to himself. The door was open ajar. She gasped not understanding anything at all.

He craned in his neck and placed soft butterfly kisses on her collarbone before letting them slip onto the bed. She felt his grip tighten around her waist as he buried himself in the crook of her neck.

"Arnav Ji, the door is still open. Anyone can walk in on us," she responded, laughing gently.

He broke away from her, his hands tracing the profile of her face. She looked with eyes full of curiosity and questions. What the hell had just happened to her husband. She was the one with hormonal shifts.

"I love your eyes. You know there is a hint of gold each time the sunshine reflects on them and there are golden specks in between the hazel."

"Are you sick? Did somebody say something to you? Did you take up any tips from NK again?" she responded

"No, I just love you and I don't think I show it often enough the way you like it." He placed a soft peck on her cheek. "We need a getaway. I'll appear at the meetings through online conferences. We never went on a proper honeymoon."

"We went on a trip to Nainital a month after our wedding," she replied trying to break apart from him.