"Aisa lagta mera face nahin, hammer hai (It looks like it's not my face, but a hammer)" Khushi complained about the make up on her face.
Arnav just shook his head, and left her to stand on her own as soon as they reached in their room. Khushi pouted, "I'm going to change.."
Arnav pulled her closer to him by one hand, while other searched for his phone on his pocket. He took his phone, "I want to take a selfie with you.."
Khushi giggled at his request, but nodded her head, "Chal beta selfie le le re.."
"What the.. I'm not your beta ok!" Arnav shrugged, "First wife who calls her husband beta on day of their marriage!"
"It's a music Arnav ji.. App bhi na.." Khushi whined and posed for a selfie with him, she pouted her lips and Arnav shook his head but smiled a little for their picture.
"Another one.." she giggled excitedly, "Let's take a picture where I'm siting on that couch like those royal princesses and you're standing behind me with a sword!"
"Shut up Khushi.." he rolled his eyes and took her to mirror set on dressing table, Arnav hugged her from behind and Khushi blushed, smiling at how beautiful they looked as a couple. Arnav took this opportunity that Khushi was not doing her antics and clicked their picture. He showed to her on his phone, "See.. Much better than the one you imagined.."
"It's just perfect.." Khushi smiled with tears in her eyes staring at their picture displayed on his phone.
"Bollywood ki drama queen why are you crying? It's just a picture Khushi.." Arnav shook his head at his dramatic girl.
Khushi turned to him, "After a long time I'm getting love from someone otherwise after my parents left me, everyone consider me as a burden.. It's just with you that I don't feel like that Arnav ji.. I always considered Amma, Bauji, Buaji as my family but they probably never looked at me as that, I'm not their blood daughter na, that's why.. There was always a different treatment for me and Jiji but I never said anything and got happy with whatever I got.. They hurt so much, but I can never hate my family.."
Arnav felt his heart just broke seeing tears continuously flowing from her eyes. He wiped her tears, "Shh.." he was never good at consoling someone, but today he felt like consoling Khushi, but no words came out of his mouth. He just hugged her tightly showing to her that he understands her pain, he also went through the same when his parents left the world and he had to work hard to sustain himself and Anjali, his mother's family 'Raizadas' were not so supportive in the start and did make him feel like he was a burden to them, but as soon as he gained money, success and respect from others, they started to show love and care for him and Anjali.
She broke the hug and looked at his shirt spoiled because of her eye kohl, Arnav also followed his gaze and pressed his lips trying to hide his disappointment at seeing his shirt spoiled.
"It's not my fault.. You hugged me!" she shrugged.
"Of course it's never your fault.." he said with a tone of sarcasm.
"Yes it's my fault, who asked that lady from parlour to put half-parlour-make-up on my face? You! Who made me cry? You! Who hugged me now? You! So fault is also yours!" she pouted angrily glaring at him.
"The face belongs to whom? You! The eyes belongs to whom? You! Who accepted the hug? You! So the fault is yours!" Arnav argued back.
"What an illogical argument Mr. ASR.. I expected something better from you.." Khushi shook her head in disbelief and clapped her hands slowly.
"When I'm talking with an Illogical-Sanki, only illogical arguments can come up in my mind.." he glared at her.
"Remove your shirt.. I will wash it.."she said and looked away shyly, extending her hand to him.
