WHEN THE ROYAL BOWED DOWN TO LOVE(COMPLETED) #ICA

MARKING EACH OTHER.. THE HUBBY-WIFEY THING

Reaching his room Arnav nodded his head in denial.. His wife is really a piece.. The greatest part is that Trouble doesn't follow her.. Its she who follows trouble everywhere..

He looked at himself in the mirror.. Her hand imprints with yellow Gram flour on his tuxedo looked heaven to him.. Never ever is he going to let it wash.. He would keep it like that in display exclusively for him..

Ohh.. Trust the much in love Joru ka Ghulam to fantasise something like this..

He was busy admiring his spoilt cum heavenly tuxedo when a clearing throat voice reached his ears and it was not some rocket science for Arnav to understand who is present in his room..

He turned around to look at that Khushi who he knows is upto to do anything to fulfill her desire.. Ohh.. Yea.. He knows that in and out..

Smirking he went towards her who raised her hand to wipe the gram flour stains to which Arnav hurriedly held her hand stopping her action.. Now that made her confused and curious simultaneously..

She looked at him and the smile he gave said that he won't let anyone remove that stain let alone his wife.. She could just look aghast at her crazy husband to later roll her eyes on him..

Leaving her hand.. He made his way towards his grand wardrobe to fetch another tuxedo and in no fraction second wasted Khushi ran and stood right in between him and the cupboard startling him to core and later his confused frowned brows relaxed and his lips took a way to his sexy smirk..

Something is going on in your little brain right My Pretty Little Thing..
Khushi head shot up on listening Arnav's adressing.. It was a weird endearment or may be offensive but it sounded sweetest to Khushi when Arnav used to call her like that because he found her too small and soft like a cotton ball..

They both together went into the world of the beautiful memories..

FLASHBACK

Jalebi.. I am asking for the last time.. Why did you hit Sheetal with your badminton?

An angry 10 years old Arnav scolded Khushi after Sheetal one of his classmate complained that Khushi.. A junior hit her with a badminton on her legs..

I didn't.. Didn't.. Didn't.. Didn't.. A very angry 8 Years old sulking Khushi had shouted though not meeting her Godzilla's eyes..

Jalebi.. Its bad to lie.. One should never lie.. Arnav this time worked with little calmness..

I am not lying.. Khushi shouted angrily..

Fine then I am not talking to you.. Having no other choice Arnav gave her the punishment for lying.. Yes.. Because he knew how rebel kind of creature Khushi is who can do anything crazy when its not in her interest.. More so.. He had even seen the bruise on Sheetal's leg.. So definitely she was not lying..

Nooooooooo..
Godzu..
Don't do this..
Little Khushi held his pinky finger which although was big enough for her with a sad pout while hitting the stone with her little toes..

Arnav at once bent to her size stopping her from doing that.. She sat on his lap while circling her tiny arms around his neck with tears ready to burst out from her beautiful eyes any moment..

Jalebi.. Don't do that.. You are so small and soft.. You will get hurt..
You are my pretty little thing Jalebi.. I can't see you hurt.. I can't see you crying..
Khushi smiled hearing her new name from her Gozdu.. My pretty little thing..

Khushi hid her face in the crook of his neck and confessed-

That Sheetal was saying that you are her King.. How could she?
Everyone knows you are mine but she was trying to hurt me.. That's why I beat her with badminton Godzu.. Because there is BAD in BADMINTON which means that it can be used to beat bad person..