Aapke Pyaar Mein [IPKKND AU] - to be continued

Chapter 6

Khushi threw a filthy look of distaste and twisted to opened the door. Shyam's eyes widened in horror at the sight of Anjali standing right there in front of the door. The frown of her eyes giving away the confusion in her mind.

Anjali had come up to see what was taking Khushi so long? And just as she was to open the door Khushi preempted revealing herself. But what got her thinking was Shyam standing behind. He seemed to be in dismay. Only question was why? What was he doing here? And why was the door closed?

Anjali - Shyamji, you here? Weren't you downstairs just now?

Khushi looked away becoming conscious of the growing discomfort at the situation she found herself in. What if Anjali misunderstands her? It probably didn't matter to Shyam but to her it did matter what Anjali thinks of her. She is Arnavji's sister.

Shyam - Woh...Rani Sahiba, I just came here to freshen up. But Khushiji couldn't find the gift so I helped her search it.

Anjali's expression loosened at his excuse. She nodded in denial as her husband approached her side and passing her his fakest smile playing the ever so sweet hubby. Even though it was Shyam who was lying shamelessly, Khushi couldn't gather the courage to look her in the eyes.

Khushi - Anjaliji, this...

Anjali beamed at Khushi as she handed her the box and strode away in quick steps. Shyam watched her stroll away as he himself walked alongside his wife with his hands kept around her shoulders for support. A kind of support he didn't wish to give. He'd rather push her off the stairs and get rid of her forever. It was only if he did so, he may not only lose everything but also his own life for Arnav may not leave him alive after killing his sister. In order to achieve both all the wealth in Anjali's name and Khushiji it was necessary for him to stay innocent in everyone's eyes.

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She entered his territory after an affirmation from inside and took in the usual calmness of the place. His room reflected an unexpectedly positive aura at her. Despite being a bachelor's pad with monotone ashened colors and minimal ornamentation it awoke a feeling of certainty in her. Nowhere else in the whole spacious mansion she felt more comfortable than in this very place.

Her eyes scanned through the leeway before stepping ahead and towards the poolside, the area where many of the memorable encounters between them took place with the almost kiss from Diwali night being the most important one.

Arnav - What are you doing here?

His penetrating and taut voice pulled her out of her stance alerting her of his famous anger still having claimed its rightful place on his nose. Khushi let out a sigh in exasperation.

Khushi - Why are you so?

Withdrawing his fingers from the keyboard he got up on his feet. She didn't know why but his mere act of standing resulted in her fiddling with the veil of her Saree which certainly didn't go unnoticed by her.

She was aware of his expectation. He didn't voice it out but was waiting for her to express herself in comprehensible words. As nothing else came from her he startled her with his question.

Arnav - Why did you wear this Saree?

True, when she wore the Saree he chose for her she did not foresee him ask this question for obvious reasons. But on the other side she did not forget - rather say he did not let her forget she was having it with the ruthless, moody and unpredictable Raizada. He could do and utter anything.

She still had been struggling with her heart and mind over the matter of apologizing for yesterday evening before his interrogation started. As she was anyway here to ask for his forgiveness for yesterday she didn't make any effort of lying. There was no place for lies if this thing between them was to work. They wouldn't get far with lies. Already they weren't going well without lies.