This is a Short Story related to Arnav and Khushi's contract/hate marriage track.
On their wedding night what if Arnav couldn't bear to let Khushi sleep outside in cold Delhi air? Can there be a different end to the torturous night? Can he really ha...
Next morning when Khushi wakes up she finds herself wrapped in a blanket quizzically and Laad Governor on his laptop occupying her chair typing away furiously.
She took a look around her room, there were his clothes in her cupboard, his high-end lotions and perfumes on her dressing table, his towels, chargers and shoes lying around the room, some more of his dried clothes in a heap somewhere in the corner and last but not the least his laptop near her Devi Maiyya sitting on her desk. A complete take over ASR style she deduced.
"Oh..so this laad governor is trying to do to me what I have done to him! But I didn't hurt his family while doing it. I will show him how people on the other side of Raizada Mansion live. Hmph", muttered Khushi in herself and decided to apprise him with the LakshmiNagar milieu.
Amma and Buaji kept on pestering Arnav since morning about eating this, drinking that. Therefore, he got late for his morning jog. But he wanted to keep his routine, having something of himself here in this chaos. So he finally decided to go at it around 8am. But how can Khushi just let him have it too. This was her chance!
When Arnav met the neighborhood uncles on the way to his run asking him to join them for the exercise with desi weights he had refused, obviously, ignoring their quip "Agar mard ho to zara mugdar ghuma k dikhao [If you are man, lift these weights]" he doesn't need to show-off, his ego not that fragile.
Just then Khushi chimed - "Rehne dijiye Uncle Ji inse nhi ho payega [Let it go Uncle he won't be able to do it]". And that had to get to him. ASR, ...and being questioned, ...at his machismo, ...and that too by Khushi- the one person jisse ASR ko koi farq "nhi" padta, (the one he wants to shower with his masculinity..ahem).. No way he can let it slide.
So he puts the mugdar (wooden dumbells) on the ground and without breaking eye contact with his challenger takes out his jacket, shoves it into her hands, picks up the weights again and crosses over to the akhada. He showed her.. showed her well, what he can and cannot do, all without breaking eye-contact with her.
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Khushi too could not take her eyes off him, watching him lift one and then two of those wooden hulks and swing them around deftly, muscles rippling, biceps clenching, arms opening, flying... dancing really. By this masculine show that he put up, she was mesmerized.
Arnav comes back to her and she offers him water to drink. Instead he pours it over himself, shaking his head, puffing the excess water out...taking *our* breath away.
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