Ishq Junooniyat (Book 3)

11. Moving On

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"Nope not her" Vihaan refused as he walked back with his plate to the kitchen.

"But why? This is legit the 20th prospective girlfriend you have rejected. You give me those big-big philosophies of love but refuse to believe in even one. There's only a certain limit up to which I can agree to you hypocrisy" Aarchi argued placing her dishes in the sink after Vihaan.

"And why are there no workers here for heaven's sake?" She asked looking around and realizing that since the moment she was here there was not a sign of life other than Vihaan and her.

"Because I wanted to take advantage of you" Vihaan joked washing his and her plates.

"Oh really? Touch me and kiss your ass goodbye for forever" Aarchi said walking to sink near the dining hall to wash her hands.

"You could wash them here darling" Vihaan said teasing her further. Aarchi took a deep breathe and walked to him and stood extremely close to him until she was head to head with him.

"Don't darling me ever or I will pull your tongue out. Its not an empty threat so don't believe it to be one" She said glaring at him.

"Off this anger. Lower it down lioness, we don't to start hell fire in the kitchen, my father won't be very pleased if he finds his dear cutlery missing" He said surrendering to her. Aarchi pushed him away slightly and washed her hands under the tap and wiped them using the kitchen serviette and threw the serviettes in the dustbin.

"I gave the workers an off. They all deserve it and since it was going to be just me for the night, I didn't need a panel of workers at my back and forth to ensure that I am breathing or I need someone else to do that for" He said placing the washed dishes on the rack and wiping his hands on the kitchen towel.

"If it were any other girl, they would have suggested to wash the dishes you know" He said throwing the kitchen towel at her.

"Sad for you that I'm not them. I can't really insult my father who's ensured I've never had to wash a single dish in my life wash at someone else's house" Aarchi threw it back which obviously hit his head.

"You are such a spoilt brat, so opposite to Avi and Arya" Vihaan said looking at her with amusement. 

"I am so? I am papa ki pari and I don't take it as an insult because I like being my father's princess" She said with a proud smile.

"So Princess Ranawat if your Mr. Gautam would have still been your present, wouldn't you have done all this?" Vihaan asked hanging the kitchen towel back in its place.

"I would have... I would have molded myself in anyway he'd want me to mold into" She said with a sad smile and turning away from him. She walked to the kitchen garden and stood there. Vihaan followed her and stood by her silently. Both remained silent as the cold wind of the night calmed their nerves.

"I would have washed the dishes but I have a tendency of breaking any glass cutlery within my reach. I picked the plate from the dining hall to kitchen with so much care that if I was in contact with it for any longer, I would break them intentionally. Mumma removes the glass cutlery only for guests or else at home we eat using gold/silver plates" She looked up at him hoping her eyes portrayed her feelings to him.

"I was teasing you. Everyone knows your habit of breaking glass items, Ranawat Palace is like my second home you know?" He bent his down to her side still looking at the star filled night.

"You haven't been home after you returned, except the other time but you know like the way you used to be when bhaiyus were there" She said crossing her arms at her chest and looking ahead.