DEAR HEALER-OUR EPHEMERAL MARRIAGE

CHAPTER 7- PARTY WITH TIME BOMB (1)

Night time...

Khushi and Rathore back at penthouse again, noticed how nonchalantly Raghu is drink his alcohol, she feels a bit uncomfortable.. Raghu sense that, being a bit tipsy he offer her a glass of wine. "Want some honey? I don't mind if women drink, gender equality."

She mad face, "Eik no!" She refused, then remembered that first and last time she had a drink.. The bachelor party.. She wasn't in her full sense when she and Arnav..

Rathore chuckled, "Never mind." He continues to drink.. Khushi sat beside him keeping him accompanied, but being talkative she is, she couldn't help but ask," What did you said to Buaji?"

He looked her face, he was very worried, when didn't come back swiftly as she said.. But he endup witnessing her own family member cursing and humiliating her instead.

"Don't you feel hurt by what happen at your house?" He asked her feeling a bit surprising.

Khushi sighed, "I'm used to it at this point already but.. What she did today is overboard, even I couldn't hold myself so I slapped her.. But thinking about it now, I have been told various things at since childhood.. But you, how could she talk about you!?"

The frequency of his heartbeats were slightly abnormal hearing that, is he drunk already? He gulps even more drink.

He smiled and point at her nose," You're weird.. I'm your contractual husband.. You know? In 1 years I will dump you just like your ex did.. Don't you feel any hatred towards.. Me? A man who brought a woman with money?"

Hearing him mentioning Arnav made her smile drop, she looks at his glass which he put down a moment ago, she took chug of entire glass, cough as her throat burns," What is this.. So strong and bitter.."

"Whisky.." He reply. Seriously she is a troublemaker..

"..." Khushi laughed, "Do you drink this stuff often?" which he hums, she giggle and then turn a bit sad, "Don't talk to me about him.. I hate him.. No actually I feel nothing for him anymore.. I feel blank.. I had lot of dream about my prince but now? I don't dare to dream anymore.."Khushi mumbled sadly..

A touch of sympathy and regret flashed across his eyes.. But he expressionlessly took the empty glass away from her and put it away.

She then suddenly cups his face," YOU look good, I mean exceptionally good looking, like hero in big big movies, with big muscles... Hehe.. So rich and educated.. You must have quite female fans following you.." Khushi is pulling his beard cutely, Rathore pry her hands away from his face, "Don't touch Khushi."

Khushi tease him, "Tomorrow night those girls might get heart attack seeing announcing our marriage. I wonder why you have get a contract marriage instead of real one." Khushi fixedly stared at his good-looking eyes.

"Just one glass she is drunk already? Crazy girl." He thought.

Khushi pouts, "YOU... I will hate you, but still I will thankful to you, because of you only my Babuji is alive right now.. And you set the deadline, you never gave me false hope.. Mr Rathore you are not him.. And please don't be like him.. He broke me into pieces.. I'm still trying to get it all together, I know I will not be the same anymore..." She tries to hug him to lessen her sadness. He avoids her advantage knowing that she is not in her mind.

"Honey, I think you're drunk.." He whisper. He inwardly thought he should just quickly leave to be safe. "Let's go sleep." He helped her to her room and get back his room.

Three days has passed, tomorrow only 361days left for contract to end.

When contract ends...

"Raghu.. Don't waver, don't sympathise with her.. It's just a contract.." He thought to himself.