My feisty wife

Part 8

ARD

Khushi: "Now, can I open my eyes?"

Arnav, playfully rolled his eyes: "Khushi, this is literally the twelfth time you've asked me the same question. No, you can't. Impatient woman!" He led her to his cabin, guiding her towards the elevator that ascended to his personal haven, the penthouse.

Khushi, pouting: "I can't wait!"

Arnav shook his head as they reached their destination.

Arnav: "Here we are. You can open your eyes now!" He stood beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

As Khushi unveiled her eyes, her jaw dropped at the sight of the breathtaking piece before her.

In vibrant red, Arnav's favorite color, a strapless gown adorned the space. A plain red body flowed into a curtain of cascading ruffles, creating an illusion of royalty. Gaudy yet outlandishly elegant, the bright red did justice to the carefully trimmed organza fabric, fashioned into feather-like patterns that bestowed an ethereal quality upon the dress.

Khushi gasped: "Arnav..."

Arnav smiled, resting his chin on her shoulders.

Arnav: "Hmm?"

Khushi, mesmerized: "It's beautiful... I don't know what to say." Her words fell short as she marveled at the gown, her eyes twinkling in the dim light of their penthouse.

Arnav: "It will look even more enticing once you wear it." He kissed both her palms, excitement evident in his voice. "Come on, wear it. I can't wait to see you in it."

Khushi, smirking: "Well, thank you, husband. But, just like you said, you'll see me wearing this in the evening only." She kissed his cheeks. "No."

Arnav, protesting: "I love you too!" Khushi kissed his forehead lovingly. "I'm going to the salon. Di is waiting, okay?" She smiled. "Thank you, Arnav. I love it, meri jaan."

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Salon

Anjali: "Here you are! How was it? Did you see mine? What color?"

Khushi, chuckling: "Di, relax. Our gowns are beautiful. The driver is bringing them in the other car. They'll be here any minute. They're all red. Arnav wants us three wearing red tonight."

Payal, nervously: "I hope everything goes well." She gave a nervous smile.

Khushi, reassuring: "Relax, Jeeji, you'll do amazing!" She chirped, taking a seat. "Party makeover. Hair half up, half down. It's my first public appearance; please do some magic!"

Sasha: "Ma'am, you're already very pretty. Don't worry. Trust me, I'll make this one memorable for you."

Anjali: "By the way, what's the date today? I'm so worked up these days. I don't even remember." She chuckled.

Sasha: "It's the 13th, ma'am."

Khushi, who was on her phone, halted for a second and frowned.

Khushi: "Thirteenth, huh?" She checked her phone.

Sasha: "Yes, ma'am."

Shrugging off her thoughts, Khushi resumed her little chat session with Payal, who was extremely nervous about the event tonight.