Arnav opened his eyes lazily but widened seeing Khushi standing near his couch, smiling at him with tray of breakfast. She was behaving like typical wife, and he wonder if she start taking their drama in real.
He sat quickly and moved back a little, "Kya hai? (What is it?)"
"It's food, not poison!" Khushi replied confused with his kind of scared and confused reaction, "What happened? Why do you look scared? Did you saw nightmare?"
"Usually people see nightmare when they're sleeping, but I see it when I wake up!" he looked at her up and down.
"DM I really don't deserve this!" Khushi pouted, "I brought breakfast for him and he calls me nightmare!"
"But who brings breakfast with such a creepy smile?" he asked, "And why didn't you wake me up? You stood here smiling at me.. pagal ho kya?"
"I was training!" she gritted her teeth.
"Training what?" he raised his eyebrow.
"We both know we are not husband and wife right? But for Dadi ji, Maya aunt and Pinky ji we are the most cute and loving newly married couple!.. And today, my so called husband woke up late, they already cleaned the table.. and I can't let you stay hungry all day na.. so here I prepared your special breakfast!" she said.
"Oh, you didn't need to do this.. I would have managed!" he said rolling his eyes.
"This is what you used to do when you were bachelor, Mr.Raizada!" Khushi sat beside him, glaring at him as she pointed a knife to him angrily. Arnav widened his eyes and gulped, "Khushi pa..pagal ho kya?.. What are you doing?"
She smiled and took the bread slicing it, "Now you have a fake but still your wife who has to take care of you! Understood now?"
Arnav nodded, "To make me understand this, you don't need to point a knife at me ok!"
"I shouldn't even be explaining you this.. You very well know we're acting, now why are you asking me?" she frowned.
"Because we both are alone in this room okay.. How was I supposed to know that you were acting?" he gritted his teeth.
"Oh.." Khushi giggled, "Now I got it.. You got scared thinking that I start to believe that I'm your real wife, hain na? Don't worry I don't want to be Tangaballi's wife!"
"Move!" he gritted his teeth, signaling her to stand up as she was blocking his space to move.
"Why should I? You make a move and go to freshen up.." she shrugged, "Your coffee will get cold then!"
Arnav breathed in and out to control himself, "Khushi don't make me angry.. or else.."
"Or else what?" she smirked and swayed her hair to his side with attitude, "You can't do anything with me Tangaballi, or else I will complain to Dadi ji.."
Arnav closed his eyes getting lost in her fragrance, oh the smell of her hair.. drives him crazy!
Khushi frowned not getting a reply from his side, she looked at him and waved her hands, "Oyee.. Arnav ji.. are you sleeping like this? You better sleep for more time if you want, what's the need to wake up when you will start sleeping sitting like this?"
Arnav opened his eyes startled, "I'm not sleeping!"
"Then?" she asked confused, "Were you praying?"
"NO, whatever I was doing, it has nothing to do with you.. Now just move, and let me go to the bathroom!" he said.
"Nahin!" she said stubbornly.
