What shall I name this tale ?

9. Was it really my mistake ?

ARNAV’S POV :

Walking out of the airport with Khushi and Aman on either side of me, I widened my eyes as I saw media surrounding the exit door.

Shit ! I should have called someone for security. Already I hate these media people.

“ Arnav bhai, we are in trouble.” Aman whispered from beside while I stared blankly at the mob, trying to make a way out of this scandal.

They won't let us go until they make us answer their stupid questions. And Khushi ? God, she has always maintained distance from paparazzi.

Glancing at Khushi, I saw her lost in her own thoughts as she followed me like a lost puppy, not being aware of the current situation.

Tabhi mein sochu yeh ladki itni shant kaise hai !

“ Aman, we need to cover Khushi. She will be nervous.” I told as I grabbed her hand and pulled her between me and Aman when I saw her throwing a glare in my way.

“ What the hell is your issue ?” Khushi yelled, freeing her hand from my grip on which Aman chuckled lightly as he gave me a look of ‘Serves you right !’

God, these two friends get on my freaking nerves !

“ See there,” I pointed outside the exit door,“That's not my issue but yours.”

And I saw her face losing all its colors. Already she had no color on her face since the day we pulled that stupid stunt.

Yeah, obviously that was one of the stupid stunts I had dared to pull in my entire life.

“ Why are they here ?” She muttered, shifting herself more towards me as she grabbed my arm unconsciously though I have no issue.

“ Just to see the face of Khushi Singh Oberoi, they are here.” I said, my voice laced with sarcasm. She narrowed her eyes at me before turning her attention towards Aman who was doing something on mobile.

“ Aman, please do something. I don't want to face the paparazzi. Obviously not when I am already feeling like someone is putting all the load on my head.” Khushi exclaimed, completely avoiding my existence which made me roll my eyes.

Is she asking him to save her from paparazzi who don't know anything about it ? Has she gone mad after the stunt ?

“ Don't worry, Arnav Bhai is there.” Aman spoke while glancing at me.

“ That's the only thing to worry about as it's Arnav Mehra here.” Khushi snarled, throwing a look of anger in my way.

This girl !

Ignoring her words when I knew she was not going to listen to any of my words, I looked at Aman while raising my eyebrows.

I hope he did the work without me, letting him.

“ Arnav Bhai, we just need to get a way through the crowd. And then, the car is already waiting for us.” Aman explained much to my relief.

Nodding at him, I gestured towards Khushi as Aman took a step back when I moved forward with Khushi beside me as I held her arm even though she protested at the beginning but one glare from me and she gave up.

“ Move faster,” I ordered as I increased my pace with Aman trailing behind us.

And God, this girl ! Couldn't she manage to walk any faster this time ?

We reached the exit as we both stepped out, all the crowd surrounded us, throwing as many questions as they could, blocking us completely when Aman took a step in front of us, trying to keep them away from Khushi.