M4 - Mera Mafia Mera Mahiya

Part 17

Greetings my readers!
I am glad that I could finally make time to publish the next chapter of M4. Read further to know what's about to happen in the lives of Arnav, Khushi, Shyam, Payal and Shashi.

Unknown POV

"Hey, Shyam! I saw that looser at the airport parking this morning."

..."

"Yes. The same woman who made fun of our relationship in public. Payal Gupta. You told me that someone was hunting for her. I think it's time for a little revenge baby."

...."

"Alright. Love you. Bye."

You insulted the purity of my feelings for Shyam. You are nothing but evil Payal Gupta. I won't forgive you for embarrassing us at that party dude. You deserve nothing but hell. My baby knows someone who will make sure that you will cry for freedom. Loving someone from the same gender is not a crime. And you made Shyam a victim in front of so many people just to satisfy your ego. Now it's time to pay for your sins girl.

Feeling a strange sense of satisfaction swallowing me I walked back to my work desk. Now it is time to simply sit back with a bucket of popcorn. It is time to wait and watch.

Khushi POV

Next month I have my semester exams so I wish to spend some good quality time with my hubby dearest before I am swamped with my studies. There is something that I wish to do. But I am not sure how Mr Raizada is going to react to that. I know that Arnavji carries a gun with him. It is for our safety as per his words. I approve of it. And somehow that black shining object pulls me towards itself. The idea of holding a weapon and using it in self-defence has an added charm to it. Therefore I desire to be get trained by my husband. I was so occupied with my thoughts that I did not respond to Arnavji. We were in the middle of making dinner. He must have noticed my absent-mindedness because the next thing I sensed was his hands rubbing my shoulders.

"Khushi? Tum theek ho?"
(Are you alright?)

Aise pakadenge to kaun theek hoga? Itni husky awaaz mein poochenge to kaise chalega Arnavji? Composing myself I turned around in his arms and placed my palms over his chest. His very firm and solid chest. Ahem. Control Khushi. Pata chala humaari boldness se bhaag na jaayein. As it is this man is a little slow in terms of romance. His eyes followed my hands and Arnavji's patent smirk crossed his features.
(How can you expect me to be fine after the way you are holding me? Why do you have to use that husky voice? He might run away after watching my bold side).

"Ji mere Mafiaji. Hum theek hain. Woh bas hum kuch soch rhe the?"
(Yes my mafia man. I am fine. Something is on my mind though).

At first, he gave me a perplexed look. And then my man simply lifted a single eyebrow. He seemed desperate to know what was running through my mind. Shaking my head I left his arms to turn the stove towards the simmer mode. It would be best to cook chicken curry on a low flame. While stirring the chicken I felt my husband pushing my fringes behind my ear. I smiled at the gesture. How did I end up with such a caring hubby? I mused.

"So...? What's on your mind sweetie?"

Aweee. That's such a lovely endearment. Sweetie. Well, he won't stop till he gets a response from me. My head came up and I answered with a twinkle in my eyes.

"Well you know I have seen you caring around your gun. So I am just fascinated with the idea of holding my weapon. And to know self-defence in case of god forbid any emergencies."

"So what? You wish to learn how to use a gun?"

I nodded my head delighted by his quick understanding. A rakish smile crossed his features comprehending my desire. It seemed that my wish brightened his eyes. I could see something behind his intense gaze. Slowly. Painstaking slowly. My husband entered my personal space and I felt his breath on my ear.