Arnav woke up to the ringing of his telephone. He picked up the receiver.
"Have you seen "The times of India" yet?
It was his agent. "No" Instantly alert,arnav sat up straight. Please let it be not about my wrist "Should I be excited about it"
"Oh! Yes" his agent said. "You have to, awesome stuff about you on this one. Check it out"
Arnav threw the blanket and headed straight for the paper khushi had done a expose on him and it portrayed him as sensitive and awesome batsman.
No mention of his wrist. He was relieved.
This gave him the perfect opportunity to call and make a move on khushii. Several ideas came to his mind but he analyzed each one and discarded them. He would soon show that pup yuva who was man enough for khushi.
khushii's editor was so impressed that he asked her to do more columns on other players on the team. It was her time. She was going to find the story behind every teeny-weeny bit of towel in the locker room. Even, if she was not going to remove any of them.
It was Friday and she would be seeing arnav again at the game. She would see his reaction to her article. She could not stop herself from fantasizing about arnav and his towel. He was predominantly on her mind from the time she had seen him.
He stayed on her mind far too much.
As she contemplated questions for next column tonight the phone on her desk began to ring.
"This is khushi gupta - Times of India"
"This is the Star of your first column"
"Arnav!"
"One and the same, You left some unanswered questions on your article. You owe it to your readers to find out"
She frowned "What unanswered question?"
"Who is the real me? You left that part out"
"Oh! Really! I thought you never wanted your private inner man to be revealed?"
"It depends on who wants to know!"
"Are you giving me an exclusive?"
"Yes! After the game at the Club, strictly business"
Why was he trying to give her an interview? Something was definitely fishy!
She would not let herself be seduced by arnav singh raizada. He was for her dreams only but in reality he was just another player.
And that was that.
She prayed and hoped.
Several hours later khushi had a nice little chat session with the groupies who always hung around the players. She had learnt a lot.
She had hit it off with one of the groupies. Her name was lavanya and she had spilled the beans on some of the most interesting players on the team.
After the game, arnav leaned against the bar anticipating the arrival of khushi Truth be told he had only come here because of khushi His mission tonight was to win the bet and get khushi into his bed or any bed for that matter.
He would have well stayed at home and taken care of the wrist that hurt and not be bothered with shyam breathing down his neck for some tidbits.
The tension and frustration of anybody finding out about his injury and informing the selection committee had him on edge. He wanted a gal now the perfect lady to give him what he needed was khushi.
