M4 - Mera Mafia Mera Mahiya

Part 9

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Hope you all are doing well. I have updated the new chapter of M4. Read to know about Mafiaji and his Khushi.

Arnav POV

It was almost dinner time but Khushi was still not here. Her absence irked me. We were supposed to have dinner together. Our first dinner as husband and wife. Feeling agitated I thought of dialling her number. Yup, we exchanged numbers in the court this afternoon. Well, Khushi had demanded my digits. She called it her right as my wife. While the term flipped my insides. I have a wife now.

But I changed my mind when I heard a ruckus outside. Oh, the movers truck is here. Slowly two men entered my house and placed a few boxes before me. They went outside to bring in more of Khushi's stuff. This time they brought a small tent house, toys and a soft cushion sofa.

WHAT THE?

Before I could question them Khushi walked inside the house with a huge smile. She had a different glow on her face tonight. Her eyes met mine and arrested me for a while. I could see flecks of gold in her hazel orbs. Her jasmine scent floated around me. My nostril flared in response. However, another scent registered my senses. Musky. Too grassy. Followed by a loud huff. Huh? I blinked and looked around.

A furry intruder with big eyes and nasty teeth greeted by vision. What the hell? He walked inside my house with a look of boredom and hatred. As if this luxurious house was not up to its expectation. Damn it. He is spoiling my ottoman rug.

"WHAT IS THIS THING DOING INSIDE MY HOUSE?"

"HAWWW? ARNAVJI DONT CALL HIM THAT PLEASE. He is Rajeev. My...I mean our son."

SON? WHAT THE? Did she just call this idiot cat our son? Disgusting! I sneered in his direction. The little beast growled in response. Oh really? Does he want to show me who is the boss? Well, there is only one alpha male over here you nincompoop. I mused as I skirted around Khushi to snatch that stupid animal. But she interrupted my moves.

"Bas kijiye aap dono. Rajeev ab humdono ka beta hai Mr Raizada. Jitni jaldi aap iss baat ko maan lein utna acha hoga."
(Stop it you two. Rajeev is our son now Mr Raizada. The sooner you accept this the better it would be).

"Shut up Khushi Raizada. I won't tolerate this nonsense. Throw him out or pass it to Lavanya I don't care. But he won't be staying under my roof."

Picking up the stupid cat Khushi caressed him making me clench my fingers. Great. Shaadi mujhse aur laad isse. Pathetic. My wife kissed his head and narrowed her eyes making me gulp. This is not good.
(Wedding with me. Cuddling with him).

"You married a single mother. And now you will have to accept Rajeev. Warna hum yahan nahi rahenge."
(Or else I won't stay here).

With a rigid jaw, I covered the little distance between us. Khushi's eyes widened in disbelief. She pursed her lips and did not move an inch. A clear sign of stubbornness. My heart thundered like a machine as the threat of her leaving oscillated between us. Blood boiled in my veins as her words echoed in my mind.
Lifting my index finger I frowned at the juvenile fellas in front of me. This is what you get when you marry a teenager Raizada. I mused. Swallowing my rage I turned cold. Colder than ice.

"Fine. He stays. But don't you dare threaten me like that. Tum kahin nai jaogi. Samjhi?"
(You won't go anywhere. Understand?)

She gulped and gave me a million-dollar smile. I eyed the joy on her face intensely. She seems like a sunflower. Bright. Full of light. I stared down at the stupid creature in her arms. He was busy soaking up all the attention from my wife.

"Beta Papa ko thank you bolo."
(Say thank you to your Papa kiddo).

"KHUSHI!"

Eyeing the freak I turned and left the hall to curb my rage. With hurried footsteps, I walked up the stairs two at a time and slammed my bedroom door. I needed some time to calm down.