Captivating ASR

18/10/2024

Khushi

I have heard of prominent people in my life. Some I have seen on TV, Bill boards, read in magazines, and others they have been talked about in the walks of life since I was a little girl, the likes of Mother Theresa, Mahatma Gandhi, the famous actor whom I love to bits Salman Khan, sports personalities, the president of our country who appears on national news at least once if not more than that per week but never have I been so captivated until I met HIM. He evokes all the kinds of feelings and emotions I never knew existed within a person from anger to fear, sadness, disgust, enjoyment, curiosity you name it.

He was— no— still is the definition of arrogance, a devil incarnation, rude and egoistic. I wonder how his family tolerate him. Oh, you must be wondering who I'm talking about. If you're into fashion or business in general you might have come across his name, the infamous King of fashion and if you're unlucky like me, well you are at the right place and time, that's the reason why I'm here, to vent about him. His name is Arnav Singh Raizada, popularly known as ASR.

Pardon me, I got caught up in ASR and forgot to introduce myself. My name is Khushi Kumari Gupta. I live with my adoptive parents and sister. We are what you call a normal middle-class family, and some aristocrats hate us simply because we are that—middle class. I'm grateful to my family for the love they shower on me and all that they have done no matter how frugal. For an orphan like me it's enough because all that I ever wanted was a family, a place to call home and food in my stomach. I have labelled myself unlucky since the day I lost my parents in an accident and to top it up I'm also clumsy. I love my parents and sister very much, how can I not, this is a family that God chose for me when I could be in the street or some shelter not that shelters are bad but, well you know what I mean. It's because of this love that I met the devil ASR, add my clumsiness to that.

It was during the marriage functions of my dear sister Payal when the groom's family decided to demand dowry. Gosh we are in the 21st century and who still does that in India? So, I decided to look for the groom and reason with him. Unfortunately, my bad luck was with me on that day, and it led me to a fashion show being held by the fashion King. As if that was not enough, I was mistaken for a model and thrust on the runway. Didn't I tell you I'm clumsy? Add 4-inch heels to a poor young lady who is only accustomed to flip-flops and sneakers on a special day. I stumbled on my elegant dress and fell right into the arms of the devil and that was the beginning of my misery and a thousand more emotions.

Arnav

My name is Arnav Singh Raizada. I'm sure that parrot named Khushi Kumari Gupta has introduced me to you. Yes, she is right, I'm all that she said but mostly to her and I don't know why. She is the reason why I'm in my office on a Sunday instead of being home tending to my plants. How can I, when I feel so bad. Never have I felt like this in my entire life and it's all because of her.

On Friday I rescued her from a falling building, and she blames me. I concede she has all the liberty to since the building belongs to me so it's my fault by default, but I swear I did not send her there knowing it was in a bad condition as she accuses me. My site manager can attest to that I even called to make sure everyone had evacuated the building, but she was there, yet again wrong place, wrong time. Nothing goes right where Khushi Kumari Gupta is.

Following the incident, she had the audacity to quit her job, threw the damn resignation letter in my face without completing her contract and she did it in front of my family. Can you imagine how embarrassing that was for me, the Might ASR, being shouted at by a tiny girl and I couldn't do anything. Let's just blame it on my guiltiness. Khushi proved to be a provocation since the day she fell in my arms and still is. I don't know how she does it, but it seems so effortlessly. I'm now used to bickering with her, play silly challenges, provoke her to anger and see those fiery eyes when angry. I hate to see her in tears though, that is a line even I can't cross. It's strange and her leaving now feels like a part of me will die. There is something about her that calls to me. At the beginning I could not stand her, yet my sight longed just for her one glimpse. Pathetic, I know right.