As Khushi was unable feed herself, it was Arnav who fed her and she just drank water completing her breakfast. And Arnav had his breakfast, then he gave medicines to her she took medicine and eliminate the bitter taste she drank more water when someone barged the door and Khushi spit water from her mouth which fell on the person who barged and it was non other than beloved son-in-law of Raizada' s Shyam Manohar Jha.
"Hello hi bye bye, what is this insultia phattesadi, how could you spit like that." Asked Manorama with a twisted mouth who came after him.
Remaining family even though are burning couldn't utter a word because of the presence of Arnav.
Khushi was still coughing after effect of water entering in the wrong pipe. Arnav was rubbing her back, listening to mami he spoke, "What the... What are you saying mami its jijaji's fault who did not knock the door, did you forgot manner or what? Is this the way to come in the room, even when we are in hospital?" Asked Arnav with splitting fire from his eyes and words.
"No Chote, he is worried about Khushiji that's why he came like that, what is this Khushiji you didn't say sorry to my husband?....." said Anjali giving a small towel Shyam, she thought of control the situation instead made it worse.
Before Khushi, Arnav said "whose fault it is and who should say SORRY Di? First tell your Husband to learn manner instead of barge into the room ask him to knock first. Forget it, you can never understand, why did you all come here to know how Khushi is doing or for something else?" questioned Arnav.
Listening to Arnav, Anjali thought the best way to bring Arnav to her side by spilling her ever-ready tears with a readily present pout but She forgot he is ASR.
"If you are about to cry with your pout then please go home and do that, first of all, I am already stressed because of Khushi's condition and I don't want another who through tantrum worst than children and I am not even ready for them understood. And don't even think about opening your mouth now to give any explanation regarding this, if you give I will not allow any of you to come to hospital." Warned Arnav.
When mami and Nani were about to retard him, he didn't give a chance to them even and said "enough, those who want to support to the tantrums can leave with her, I am not ready to tolerate any non-sense here understood" said Arnav with a final word. And no one spoke even when they want to argue, because he is the only one who could give them all the luxuries, so they all thought to shut their mouths for the moment and if they didn't come to hospital then how can they impress him.
After long silence nani asked "Khushi betiya, how are you? Why did you commit suicide, betiya? If you are facing any problem, instead of taking that step you could have come to me, I would have sorted it for you? Next time don't take such steps and come to me, OK betiya?" said Nani with a pity full face.
Arnav blood started to boil listening to the word betiya again and again and what does she mean "Next time" thought Arnav.
Instead of Arnav, Khushi said "Why will there be Next time Naniji? Do you want me and MY HUSBAND to fight again or what? Don't worry we'll sort out our differences. You or any other need not interfere in husband-and-wife matters." Said Khushi with innocent look seeing everyone in the eye.
"What is this, Khushi? Is this the way of talking to elders?..." Payal was about to continue to impress her in-laws and degrade Khushi but instead, Khushi said "am I taking non-sense or what? You only tell Naniji, you always say naa Husband and wife matter should be discussed between them only and no other should interfere. Am I wrong Naniji?" asked Khushi with innocent eyes.
Nani just nodded her head because she was trapped in her own words which she preaches to others but never follows.
"How are you Khushiji?" asked Shyam with a sickening sweet voice.
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FanfictionPeep in to know more IPKKND story Starts after suicide attempt of khushi This is my first work so kindly over see my mistakes. Hope reader would like my story and vote. Thank you.