Arnav aur Khushi - HAMESHA

Mrs. ASR

PREFACE: Khushi in Mrs. India contest. What if Khushi had really denied the whole Raizada clan to come to the Husband-Wife round? What would Arnav do?

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Aur agli contestant hai... Khushi! (And the next contestant is... Khushi!)

Arnav shifted his gaze from the host to the stage. He remembered his conversation with Khushi when he said that she could not say a 'no' to one single person and had to learn to say no and Khushi, being Mrs. ASR, was no less. She took it as a challenge for herself and denied everyone and everything that came her way. 

His thought came to an end with the loud clapping sounds echoing throughout the room. And there stood Khushi, wrapped in a black shiny net saree with a pink border matching with the pink blouse that was complimenting her skin. Her hair was left open, just the way he liked. But the main thing that took his attention was that she was standing in the spotlight... all alone.

Oh no! Did Khushi really deny everyone to come here? He tensed up.

So Khushi, where is your family member, who you're to bring with you? Jay, one of the judges of the contest, asked her.

Looks like no one wanted to accompany her. Riya, the next judge spoke with sarcasm and insult laced in it. Insult to his Khushi. How dare she?

Anyways, who would even want to come with a behenji like her, just to degrade their image in front of the whole country, by accompanying her? I had already told you that she is unfit for the contest. Vikrant, the event organizer, mocked looking at Khushi with a smirk, which made Arnav clench his fist.

The contestants laughed at Khushi, who stood embarrassed in front of all. Tears threatened to come out of her eyes, hearing all the laughs, murmurs, and insults coming her way. And does anyone think that Arnav could bear those tears? Nah! And so he stood up and strode towards the stage, unnoticed by everyone as everyone was busy throwing insults towards his wife's way. 

Khushi, I don't even think that your husband wanted to come here with you... that's why he made up an excuse... work. Riya laughed.

ENOUGH! A loud voice was heard making all the murmurs and laughs end, and silence prevailed. 

Every eye turned towards the silhouette of a person, who stood in the dark. The spotlight then fell on him, making him visible to all. Loud gasps could be heard, seeing the mighty ASR walking towards Khushi on the stage and standing beside her. 

Think before you talk. His voice was co... umm... icy i.e. FREEZING COLD. He slowly crept his hands towards her, giving her silent support. Don't worry... his 'silent' support will get replaced by 'violent'... as in... strong support, soon. 

All stood confused and scared. He was ASR, after all. Khushi smiled at him proudly. Her husband is... undescribable. 

Enough of this shit that I am hearing everywhere. I controlled it till now, but not anymore. Think before you talk about my wife. One word against her and it won't take me a minute to ruin you all. She doesn't wear fancy clothes, or heels or doesn't do much make-up, doesn't mean she is what you all are thinking and talking about her. Trust me, if she wants, she can even stop this show from happening... after all, she is MRS. ASR and she is a sponsor of this show too. 

He was all smirking looking at all, who stood stunned by this revelation. Some of the girls could hear their hearts breaking. But there stood Khushi among all, looking at the man beside her with pride. This man is hers... all hers.