M4 - Mera Mafia Mera Mahiya

Part 15

Hi friends.
Hope you are doing well. Here is a late update of M4. The next chunk of this tale is all about jealousy and intense feelings.

Arnav POV

Picking up my coat from the back of my chair I left my cabin only to bang with a confused Aman Mathur. Rolling my eyes I walked down the stairs.

"Hey! Where are you rushing to, ASR?"

"College!"

"WHAT?! Do you wish to go back to school?"

"Follow me if you are so curious."

Within a few minutes, I found myself driving toward Khushi's college with Aman at my side. She won't know what hit her. You like declarations huh wifey? You will get one soon. Smirking at my thoughts I kept driving till we reached the hub of embassies. My wife and her friend are students of a convent college, Jesus n Mary.

I slowed down near the huge red-bricked building. Parking my car at the main gate I got out wearing my Armani shades. Meanwhile, Aman spoke with Aryan and his men. My wife's security was inside next to her.

Khushi POV

Sitting in the garden area I was chatting with my bestie. But my mind was preoccupied. I could not help but recall my tiff with hubby dear. Agar humein mana lete to kya jaata unka? Mafia kahin ke.
Lavanya must have noticed my absent-mindedness because she uttered her next words in a teasing tone.
(Why did he not make it up to me properly? Once a mafia lord always a mafia lord.)

"Koi kisi ko miss krha hai."
(Someone is missing someone).

"No, I am not missing Arnavji."

She cocked her head in my direction and wiggled her brows at my obvious no-filter confession. Damn it. I knew what she was gesticulating. I never said you were missing a certain Raizada. Ughhh. Shaadi ke baad sab kuch itna weird kyun hojata hai Devi Maiyya?
(Why do things become so weird after marriage?)

"Call him up Khushi. He too wants to make up. I mean he texted first right?"

Before I could agree with her statement. My rival Lisa Khurrana sauntered in my direction with her patent followers Pam and Sim in tow. Lavanya gave me a knowing glance. Everyone in the college is aware of the fact that Lisa envies me. I was beautiful, kind and studious. Unlike her. Rolling my eyes I chose to stare at the bright green grass.

"Hi Khushi. I heard that your adopted family abandoned you or something. Tum jaisi charity case ki help karna would be my pleasure you know. So why don't you come and stay with me? I have a store room which is not in use so..."

"SHUT UP, YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING WOMAN! HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY WIFE?!?"

I felt goosebumps all over my body hearing the familiar angry voice of my mafia husband. In the meantime, all the rest of the students near the garden abandoned their work and formed a crowd. I smirked looking at the terrified expression of Lisa Khurrana. Lavanya and I stood up and turned around to see my hubby storming towards us with Aman and his men in black. This surprise earns him a brownie point.

Wrapping an arm around me he kissed my forehead. His unsaid apology touched my heart. Haaye kitne cute hain yeh. With a gruff hey wifey he stood in front of me towering over a frightened Lisa and her little butterflies.
(My man is so cute).

"Don't you dare say such things about my wife. She is not a charity case. Her name is Khushi Singh Raizada. Wife of the mafia lord, ASR. Got it?"

I could hear the whispers around us. The shocking news left the crowd bewildered. Till now I was the studious beauty of this college, but now I had the tag of a mafia wife. ASR is a well-known mobster after all. Weeping like a crybaby the stupid woman ran away from us.