Perfectly Flawed (Complete) (Under Editing)

Chapter Two

Khushi jumped and hissed as a drop of sizzling oil burnt her wrist.

Why did she love her husband?

That answer was still empty.

Initially Khushi was in the seventh heaven realising that her hot headed husband was probably pushed by all this emotional upheaval and ended up venting on her, to only apologise profusely and reassure her every night that she was his everything.

But now his actions hurt Khushi more than his words.

For how many more days?

With what reason would Arnav blame his unjustified anger on her? Out of hurt if she refused to get intimate, that would be dealt with complete silence from Arnav. He would often mutter that he's trying to make up if only Khushi wouldn't be this stubborn.

Arnav loved her, Khushi was matured enough to know that.

But more than love, she was a habit of his.

Shaking her head, Khushi placed the fried puris in a bowl and switched off the stove. On a positive note, at least there's wasn't an emotionless marriage. It may be turbulent but it wasn't weak. Their relationship was in their hands, unlike Jiji's.

Probably they needed a heart to heart talk. Khushi reigned her sentiments as she decided to talk to her husband over dinner - he wasn't a heartless man, just a confusing one.

"Arnavji, where are..." Khushi looked at Arnav in surprise as she found walking out with his coat folded over his right arm. "Oh Khushi, we are having a conference with the clients at New York. Sheetal found this excellent party..." Arnav replied before she could finish her question, failing to notice her tightened grip on the ladle.

"All the best." Khushi whispered while Arnav stopped, his footsteps becoming quicker as he approached her "Khushi, what's wr..." He found his answer as when he saw the dishes before him. "Fu..." He swore and turned Khushi towards him.

Chinning her up, he paused to kiss her cheek "Khushi I would have stayed back for this. But this meeting is really important." Fiddling with a button of his shirt, Khushi looked into his hesitant eyes "But Arnavji, can't Akash jiju go in place of you?"

"Khushi! Payal can go into labour any minute, he can't leave her at the dead of the night." Arnav reasoned while Khushi gave an apparent nod. "Of course, even jiju knows how important it is to be with one's wife."

Arnav froze and turned sharply at Khushi "What did that mean?" Khushi shook her head "Nothing."

Tucking a lock behind her ear "Khush, don't be childish. Are you feeling lonely? Then you can probably go over to your Amma's for dinner. Then you won't be alone, ok?" Arnav patted her head gently, his words hesitant as Khushi grew stonier.

"I'm used to being alone." Khushi stated and looked up to find him frowning at her tone.

"Anyways..." Khushi said and turned away, avoiding his gaze yet again. She knew that her eyes were a traitor. "Enjoy your meeting with Sheetalji." She stretched her lips to a fake smile

An awkward silence passed between the two.

"Till then... I'll pack my bag." Khushi declared and dusted her hands while Arnav grabbed her arm "Hey! I asked you to just be there only for dinner!"

"I thought as much but your meeting with Sheetal is more important for you." She replied in an icy voice. Arnav was taken aback by the sharpness in her reply. He looked at her carefully, and let out a helpless groan, as he realized how upset she was. He grimaced and pulled her restless hands into his. "Come on, Khushi! Don't tell me you're jealous," he said.