Arshi room:
"Khushi.." Arnav shouted pacing around the room irritated that she was taking too much time to bath and he wanted to freshen up too. He was getting late for his work and here she is taking her time as if there's no tomorrow.
"Arnav ji let me freshen up properly.. Biwi hoon aapki (I'm your wife).. I have to freshen up in style!" she giggled.
"What the.." Arnav shook his head and sat on the bed accepting defeat from this woman.
"Arnav ji.." she screamed making him stand up in jerk, "What the hell Khushi.. Why are you screaming now?"
"Please go out of the room!" she said.
"What the.. Why should I leave my room?" he shrugged frowning.
"Because I want to dress up Arnav ji.." she cried.
"Then dress up in the bathroom itself Khushi.. Don't eat my brain!" he shouted.
"Nahin.. I want to dress up in the room.. I don't like it in the bathroom.." she pouted.
"Okay then.. You come out of the bathroom so that I freshen up while you wear your clothes here.." he sighed.
"Nahin.." she said getting red, if she goes out of the bathroom with only towel covering her body in front of him she will get so awkward and shy.
"Look Khushi.. Just come out of this damn bathroom or I will come to take you out.. The door isn't even locked and you know that I very well can do that.." he warned.
Khushi eyes went big like a ball, "How does he know door isn't locked?"
"I know many others things about you.." he smirked.
Khushi pouted and opened the door, she slowly and shyly took baby steps outside the bathroom.
Arnav gulped, his mouth was left open at the view in front of him, his wife only in towel. Drops of water leaving her hair and running through her body made him look away to keep a control of himself.
Khushi lowered her eyes feeling shy, she moved away giving him space to enter in the bathroom.
Arnav rushed inside the bathroom shutting his eyes, and chanting to himself, "Control ASR.. Control!"
Khushi took her clothes and started dressing herself, she went to the dresser and comb her hair making herself presentable to go downstairs.
"Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada.. You're not a happy go lucky girl anymore who lives life without caring about the consequences.. You're now a married woman that have many responsibilities now.. Did you listen? Enough of jalebis and start thinking about what your sasural wants to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner.. Enough of Salman ji, start thinking about your Arnav ji.. Enough of crying to Jiji every time, now learn how to face your problems by yourself.. Enough of playing with kids, because you're not kid anymore.." she spoke to herself in the mirror.
"Wrong!" came a husky voice behind her. Arnav wrapped his arms around her waist, then looked at Khushi's reflection at the mirror, "Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada.. You may have added my name with yours but you still are Khushi! Khushi is a girl with her own identity and it shouldn't change just because she got married.."
He nuzzled her hair, feeling the scent of vanilla that he loves, and said huskily: Your husband likes you the way you're..
Khushi smiled brightly and leaned on his chest, "Hmm.."
A knock on the door disturbed their lovely moment together and Arnav groaned staring at the door side, "Who is it? I hate disturbances!"
"Di and Nani!" Khushi spoke confidently making Arnav looked at her confused then went to open the door and he was quite shocked to see Khushi's words came true only.
