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...
Khushi was trying to run away from him today, hide herself, but wherever she went his gaze followed.
A predatory sort of vibe from him, a hunger awakened, an insatiable craving he didn't know he so had.
She was being pulled into hidden corners of the house, behind doors, under makeshift tents on the street, seeking a moment of privacy amidst chaos.
"Arnavji chhodiye, kya kar rhe hain... koi dekh lega [Arnav-ji leave me, what are you doing...someone will see us]", Khushi chided Arnav looking around nervously, trying to free herself from his clutch when Arnav trapped her behind the kitchen counter.
"Nahi chhod rha..kya kar logi [Nope..not happening..what will you do]", Arnav challenged smiling deviously.
"Dekhiye hum...[Look, I..]", Khushi thought for a while of what's the most precious thing to him and threatened, "hum aapki sari cheezein chhupa denge [I will hide all your stuff]". Arnav just gave an aloof smile not esteeming it enough of a challenge.
She nervously panicked "Buaji..". Arnav gave her a look like-really, I'm-not-falling-for-this-one-again!
Then he heard - "Haye re Nand-Kishore", the familiar greeting from one and only, amiable but loud lady and left her at once.
Feigning ignorance to the romance she just witnessed, Buaji casually asked Arnav "Ka hua babua..kuch chahiye tha ka [What happened Son..did you need something]?", but she couldn't help giving him a teasing-knowing smile.
"Kuch nhi Buaji, Khushi ko bas chai k liye bol rha tha [Nothing Buaji, I was just asking Khushi for a tea]", Arnav gave a quick excuse.
"Kauno baat nhi babua, hum abhai le k awat hain. Tum kahe takleef karat ho [Don't worry son, I will bring it to you, why are you bothering]", Buaji indulgently offered.
Feeling dismissed Arnav left the place but not before narrowing his eyes at Khushi, meaning to say this-is-not-over. Khushi raised an eyebrow saying we'll-see and smiled gleefully at his chastised state.
Arnav went inside the room and started looking for a place to work amidst all the extra mattresses and chairs and large pots that was dumped in their room.
Buaji had declined the bride's family to have extra guests sleeping in the Gupta house, but agreed to store the extra wedding arrangement materials instead.
He found a place near a corner of the desk and that's when his eyes fell on a poster where Khushi's face was stuck in a palki - a carrier for bride, and Salman Khan - her celebrity crush, was carrying it away, (meaning, he will take away the bride).
Arnav commented on her fan-girling "Pagal [crazy woman]" bemused and slightly jealous.
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He was disappointed when Buaji came to give him the tea instead of Khushi. Impatient he decided to look for her himself.
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