Making Her Mine- An IPKKND story.

Chapter 69 - Ex Girlfriend

Arnav closed his eyes, and rubbed his forehead. "What do you want, Aarav?"

The boy was looking at him intently. "I had a maths problem I couldn't solve," he said. "Are you fighting?"

"It's a game we are playing," Khushi said, going to him. "We shout each other's names. Go back to your room, Aarav. I'll come –"

She wasn't fooling this six-year old.

"Actually, I was angry at Khushi," Arnav said. "But I shouldn't have shouted. I'm still learning... I'm sorry." He looked at Khushi. She looked away.

"But I'm worried about her, because she doesn't understand that some people are bad, and want to take advantage of her, because she trusts people."

Aarav looked between them.

Arnav sighed. "Come inside, Aarav. I'm good at math too. I can help you."

Khushi had softened by the time Aarav left. After Arnav helped him solve the problem, Aarav had drifted to Khushi's desk, and innocuously helped her figure out a few things on her new computer.

"You understand why I'm not happy, right?" Arnav said, shutting their door after the boy, and bolting it for good measure.

"I'm sorry I yelled, Khushi. But Aman and I just talked about this journalist today, and we are trying hard to keep things from the media, with all these things happening..."

"You think I'm stupid, telling strangers our private business."

"I never said that! But she pieced together a detailed story from bits and pieces. Even things you think are harmless, she'll take them and –"

"You have told me I am stupid many times. You said I have no brains, that's why I can never be ASR."

Fuck.

"You've said many times I have no heart. I'm a monster. Kans Mama. Shaitan. Rakshas," he countered, gently.

She looked away.

He pulled her to him. "I kind of thought you didn't really mean those things."

"Sometimes I didn't."

He chuckled, despite himself. "Well, I never meant it."

She was trying to pull away.

"I'm sorry I said those things. I realised you weren't stupid on the first day of your contract at AR..." he chuckled at the memory. He had spent hours coming up with ways to get her to quit, and she had stumped him each time, wiggling out of all the challenges he had set. He had given up within a day, and just resorted to making her miserable after that. "I had to learn the hard way."

She looked slightly mollified, so he pressed on.

"And I'm not saying it's foolish to trust people. But once you know someone lied to you –"

She shrugged out of his arms. "I didn't tell her anything, Arnav Ji. I wouldn't tell a stranger things about –"

"You told a policeman you could kill me with a little sugar."

"But it helped, didn't it?"

"That's not the point, Khushi."

"Arnav ji, I didn't know she was the same journalist that had written about us. And I didn't tell her anything. I'll be careful with her now."

"No, Khushi. You'll not see or speak to her again."

She huffed. "Khushi, look at me," he said, holding her by the chin and turning her face to him. "You don't know what journalists are like. She'll use whatever little thing she finds as fodder for more trash. She doesn't want to be your friend. People like that are–"