like boss like manager

Anjali is divorced and work in AR.

Two cars reach the airport one from AR carrying ASR and Aman and the other one from Shantivan.

Aman and ASR got down from the car and turned to look at the occupants of other car coming out.

ASR and Aman : what the

Both looked at each other and then moved towards the other car.

ASR (pulling the woman) : what are you wearing.

Aman : what is this Anjali

Both the woman looked at each othe and replied together : its a dress.

ASR : I know what it is called Khushi but why this type of dress.

Aman : exactly

Khushi : because the theme of your client party is gown

ASR : so

Anjali : so to save your time we came fully ready so we could go to party as soon as we land.

Khushi nods

Aman : no way. Anjali you are not going to the party

ASR : same is the case for you. Aman make sure there are some decent clothes are here in next 5 minutes

Khushi : no I will wear this only.

Anjali nods

ASR drags Khushi to the corner.

ASR : Khushi put on this (giving his coat)

Khushi : no.

ASR : what the.

Khushi : no what the I like this dress so why are you doing this.

ASR : will you listen to me.

Khushi : no even your models wear such clothes.

ASR : they are models not love of my life.

Khushi looked in shock at him and then remembering Diwali night.

Khushi : arnavji don't do this I won't be able to bear it again.

ASR : I m sorry. (He also remembers same night)

Khushi : let me go.

ASR in anger pulls her and his hand hit the nail and blood starts flowing.

ASR in anger without wasting a second fills her maang and says : now it won't happen again.

Khushi : Arnavji ye aap ne kya kiya.

ASR : I love you Khushi and always wanted to make you mine.

Khushi : but...

ASR : Just answer me one question.. Do you love me.

Khushi stood there silently.

ASR pulls her in his arm : do you love me.

Khushi nods and turns her back towards him so she could hide her face.

ASR smirks and kisses her neck. : thanks Khushi. Please put on my coat for the time being as I don't wish to share your beauty with anyone else.

Slowly khushi puts on his coat.

Khushi : Arnavji we need to dress your wound.

ASR : first kit is in car lets go back.

Khushi remembers about Di n Aman : Arnavji Di.

ASR : she won't mind.

Khushi : but....

ASR : wait n watch.

Meanwhile near ASR's car

Anjali : what is wrong with Chotte why he is always so rude with her.

Aman holds her hand and pulls her closer : let them deal it but I m telling you we are getting new dress for you.

Anjali : but why I like this dress and you have no right to tell me what to do and when

Saying this Anjali tried to move but Aman's grip gets stronger and he held more closely.

Aman : only I have the right to choose your dress.

Anjali : you have no right as you are my brother's manager and my colleague. We share no such relationship.

Aman : do I need to define ....

Anjali : yes.

Aman : if this is what you want.

Saying this Aman hit his hand on the car window causing it to break and injury in his hand. Before Anjali could react he filled her maang with his blood.

Aman : now we have a relationship and now only I have a say over what you wear.

Anjali : Aman.

Aman : tell me don't you love me.

Anjali stood silently looking at the ground.

Aman raises her chin : tell me

Anjali : I m scared of loving someone again.

Aman : have faith on me I will make everything fine. But for now please agree to change the dress.

Anjali looked at him with questioning eyes.

Aman slowly touching her back : this is only for me to cherish.

Anjali gets shy and hides her face in his chest : how will you explain to Chotte.

Aman : he won't have any problem.

Anjali scratches her head.

Aman : take my coat and wear it.

Anjali : ok let me clean your wound.

Aman : ok.

While Anjali is dressing his wound
Aman held Anjali by her waist and asked her to turn back (ASR was walking towards them with his arm around khushi and Khushi's maang covered in blood)

Reaching them ASR said : Khushi look I told you Di won't object.

Khushi finally raises her head and saw Anjali standing in Amans arm and her maang was also covered with Aman's blood.

Khushi : Di these two did same thing.

Anjali : and were confident that both will be handling situation in same manner.

Aman and ASR smirk.

Aman : ASR I think we should drop the idea of going to party.

ASR : jiju it's saale sahab for you. N you are right who goes to party on their first night.

Anjali and Khushi turn red and hide.

Both groom laughed and moved towards the car with their brides.

Anjali and Khushi looked at each other smiled as finally they have got their true love as life partner and knew that now they can over come every hardship with ease.