Happy Khushi

Chapter 7

Arnav looked at the woman who squirmed under his gaze as he asked question after question from her. He saw her smiling a little as she knew the answer and wondered where this smile was for so long and how did he stayed without this smile, for this long? How?

He looked at Anjali and smiled as she pointed mistakes in sketches that were his and gave him a new way of seeing the design. She wasn't finding mistakes, no, she was telling what she would like and love to wear. Isn't that fashion? What people would like to wear and show off themselves in the attire that they feel was correct for them? An attire that can satisfy their craving of beauty and elegance that they exude within themselves, isn't that the most perfect dress?

He smiled as she took time in looking through the designs and showed himself out walking towards the one who deserves his attention a little more.

Khushi.

Happiness.

And so much more.

He has been trying to figure her out just like she does, he has seen her wandering gaze which stops at his feet but only sometimes moves ahead to his face, a beautiful eye contact ahead always. He always waits for her to look at him, his body burns when her gaze lands on him, the pleasure that thrums in his limbs throws him off his balance.

He has shocked many people everyday. He walks in the house in the morning, attends breakfast everyday and sometimes works from home but that should be normal, right? With Arnav Singh Raizada, when has things been normal?

He would go to kitchen everytime to drink water, would tell hari prakash to send khushi to him with glass of water, juice and wonders of wonder, the glass would always fall from his hand because of which khushi would have to again make him a glass of juice for which he follows her to the kitchen. She would make while he would sit on the counter and smile at her. She shivers as his eyes wanders her, her ever nook and canny though hidden under her dress, is read and seen by him, he looks at her as if he could see through everything because it burns. It burns like a flaming combustion on her skin.

She turns red, so red that makes him want to, want to...

He stopped himself from thinking more ahead. It's a dangerous thought and all the danger is for the little chit standing no more than two steps away from his sitting self, holding his glass of juice tightly.

She came to him and handed the glass, the steel glass was actually changed by her, she was tired of him breaking glasses every now and then, she made sure to change the glass to steel glass before he hurts himself in his klutz behavior.

Arnav took the glass as he touched her hand a little and helped himself to drink while smiling slyly at her while she just looked down as he drank the juice slowly while looking at her.

Arnav finished his juice and handed her the glass softly holding her hand and said "It was better than before..." Khushi smiled and said "I added a little salt in it."

Arnav smiled and said "I guess it wasn't the salt, it was someone's touch that I loved in the juice. From now on, that's how I'll be taking the juice."

Arnav patted her cheek and left the kitchen staring at his hand and smirking as he turned to look at her still standing at the same place holding her hand on her cheek.

Khushi turned her head to look at him and met his eyes, those eyes were burning her body and she wanted to be... to be... devoured, suddenly.

Khushi turned her head to other side and kept her hand on her heart breathing heavily when she felt a hand on her shoulder that caressed her hair a little.

"Calm down, Khushi." Arnav said as he stood closely behind her, touching her with his eyes but a very thin layer of air could pass the distance but why did it felt like even though he wasn't touching her, his hands were idle at his side, she felt him touch, so lightly, adoringly?

Khushi looked over her shoulder and met his eyes when he bend his head to close the distance between them when she moved a little away suddenly falling out of the trance as she heard Anjali calling for Arnav.

Arnav sighed as he looked at khushi who wasn't in the trance anymore and cursed his sweet sister who was shouting for him. It's weird how he for the first time wanted his sister to not call him, so that, he can stay with this girl a little more.

Arnav touched her cheek which caused her eyes to widen again and turn her head to other side letting his hand slide away from her cheek to which he smiled and left the kitchen smilingly.

Arnav looked at Anjali as she sat infront of him and showed him a design causing him to smile when he noticed just how perfect this design was. There was everything you would expect from a dress that is to be used in formal. It was light and elegant with just exact amount of glitter.

Arnav smiled at her and expressed his expectations in words finally.

"Di, you should interview for the designer post in AR. Bring your best designs for the interview, Aman will be taking it. I promise that just because of you are my sister, we won't select you unless you are more talented than others."

Anjali nodded and said "Of course, I'd make sure that I will be the one to be selected."

Arnav smiled and caressed her head when she touched his cheek and patted it in a motherly manner. "Chote, we will be leaving Lucknow in a month from now. Do something to take Khushi with us. I don't want her to go away from me."

Arnav listened and smiled. "There is no way I am letting my hope go anywhere. She will come with us to Delhi and wherever we will go later on, after all we will be her family."

Anjali shook her head as she looked at the scheming smile on his face and knew the ASR is on work to make his hope completely his.