Prem Ki Naiya hai Ram ke bharose

Sorting Feelings

"I didn't know that you had also a cousin" Khushi said entering the room where he had retired after the breakfast. He looked up at her and she smiled and then coming to him she handed him the cup of coffee that he had requested to Hari Prakash "I feel sorry for him" to which Arnav raised an eyebrow and she explained him that Dadi had told her that Nanheji lost his mother when he was thirteen and since then he was brought up by his father who is not much accustomed by the Indian culture.

"Yeah Bua was a fun-loving person" he replied with a warm smile on his face, while the old memories come to his mind, the vacations and the festivals that they were used to spent together, sometimes she would come along with NK and sometimes they would fly to Sydney.

Khushi looked at him lost in his thoughts, while is gaze was looking at nothing in particular in the garden, from that peaceful smile on his face, she understood that he was remembering some old good memories, his phone started ringing breaking the reveries, he pick up the call and she was sure it was Arjun on the other end because he rushed out saying "I'm going to AR"

The rest of the day went smoothly and Khushi got to know NK more and they became friends, NK was a funny person, she noted down, someone who doesn't even think before speaking, but good at heart, just like a child. She had laughed like crazy when he exchanged the hindi words, like when he said "No Nani I'm still awara" since Dadi teased him if there was a girl in his life and after smiling at his slip of tongue Dadi had corrected him "it's kuwara Nanhe".

She had smiled at his cute mistakes and at the faces that he made while blubbering "yeah wahi same to same"

(awara is like vagabond and Kuwara means single, wahi means "that one")

"he's a workaholic" she stated mentally taking a step inside the room that night "there would be no romance" she moved to the closet and taking out her night suit she went to the washroom.

When she come out after changing, he wasn't in the room "where he went now" she rolled her eyes, but just then her phone started ringing, a smile formed on her face seeing the caller's name, picking up the phone, she opened the French-door and went in the garden.

"Yeah Aman call me tomorrow, you'll be tired" Arnav said entering their room and stopped in the middle finding it deserted "okay" he said to something that Aman asked while his eyes were looking around "I'll call you tomorrow" he said finding her, standing in the garden with her back towards the room, concentrated at the roses before her. He started moving toward her.

"I love you" she cooed on the phone loudly feeling his eyes on her and she heard something falling on the floor, she turned and found Arnav standing opposite to her, his phone was on the floor, the reason of the earlier sound, his face was pale, like he was in shock, his gaze was fixed on her, when she looked in his eyes, her heart smiled, there was a different spark in them, something that she would call happiness.

"Massi misses you too baby" she said on the phone without breaking the eyes contact, as soon as those words left her mouth, the spark in his eyes faded.

Arnav hadn't noticed that she was on the phone and when she said those words, his heart skipped few beats and he found difficult breathing and the phone slipped from his hand. But when she turned, he realized that those words were for her nephew, he felt jealous and he didn't know the reason. Maybe deep down he wanted those words to be for him only.

Without saying many words, after wishing goodnight to each other, both settled for the night. If Khushi falls in the arms of Morpheus after few minutes, the same wasn't for Arnav.