Arhi FF: Us Against the World

Chapter 13

Arnav was smiling when he reached Shantivan late in the night. His life was a mess. His sister's home was on the verge of breaking and she didn't realize it, he could see the regret in Akash's eyes increasing day by day, and Nani just silently cried thinking about her broken family. But seeing Khushi made it all okay. He couldn't understand how he had managed alone all his life. His life had flashed before his eyes and he had felt so empty without Khushi in it. Even though these stolen moments with Khushi left him wanting more, he was content with where they stood. Khushi was truly his support system, someone with whom he could share things as well and unburden himself for once. He parked the car and was about to enter when he saw a sight of a certain someone that made his blood boil.

'Saale Sahab...' Shyam, who was returning from work quite late, was shocked to see Arnav. He had successfully dodged him after the wedding incident when he had learned that his cynical brother-in-law had declared his love and trust on HIS Khushi ji. On top of that, they were now living together and Arnav had even refused to bow down to his precious Di's demands. Before Shyam could even say a word more, Arnav grabbed his collar and punched him right on the nose. He felt a sadistic pleasure when Shyam groaned in pain and held his bleeding nose. 'Listen to me....' Shyam's plea was again interrupted by a stinging slap on his cheek.

'You cheated on your wife and conned an innocent woman, stalking and harassing her. And now you want to pin the blame on Khushi? How dare you?' Arnav bellowed.

'She came on to me.' It seemed like the more Shyam spoke, the more violent Arnav got. He was again awarded a punch that cut his upper lip. Shyam howled feeling the pain searing through his body and cursed his fate the umpteenth time. Arnav Singh Raizada was no fool like his family. The entire Raizada family had been so easy to convince that he had actually thought for a little while that maybe Arnav could be swayed too. But seeing the man's anger, Shyam was proven wrong.

'If I find that you harmed even a hair on Di's or Khushi's head, I'll make your life so miserable that you'd wish death.' Arnav warned pushing Shyam away at last. His tone was low, the dead serious look in his eyes told Shyam that the threat was very much real. With the last kick on his stomach, Arnav walked inside the house and ignored the gasp of surprise that escaped his sister's mouth when she saw her husband with bruises and crying out. He ignored Di's call to help and rushed to the confines of his room. He was not up for the ruckus Di was likely to create on seeing her so-called husband. He could kill Shyam if he stayed any longer. But no, he would wait for that private investigator's report and after proving him wrong in front of his family, make his life a living hell. He felt a satisfaction inside him when he turned to look at Shyam still moaning in pain. Served him right, he thought.

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'When I told you specifically that I forgave my husband, what gives you the right to hit him like that?' Anjali barged into Arnav's room demanding an explanation for the drama that he had created downstairs. First, he had hit her husband, ignored her call for help, and now had the audacity to sit relaxing on the bed acting like nothing out of the ordinary happened. She was so angry that she could break something right now.

'You might have forgiven him, I haven't.' Arnav shrugged. So much for asking for peace in his room, he thought.