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A Fake Engagement- A Real Wedding – Chapter 14

Chapter 14

A Fake Engagement

YOU!” Khushi tried to free her hand. “Let me go. I thought you were in a hurry to go on your hot date.”

“Of course my date is hot, but that doesn’t mean I will leave you here to find an auto rickshaw. I am polite that way. ” Arnav replied deadpan. At her fiery look, he freed her hand, while smirking and continued, “So Khushi Gupta, will you allow me to drop you home?”

“I don’t need to be dropped anywhere, okay? You go where you have to go and leave me be. ” Khushi’s eyes spit fire as she said this. How dare he admit he had a hot date,but was only being polite while suggesting he dropped her off home! As if she was a child that needed his minding. She was not going to have any of this nonsense if they got engaged.

Appalled at where her thoughts had taken her to, she turned away from him, trying to get her brain to work sensibly. Her mind was totally a mess, if she could give even a nanosecond of consideration to that fake engagement. She found herself in the next instant, being gently turned back to face him, as Arnav mocked, “Politeness is a jewel in your crown Ms Gupta, don’t lose it. Say yes, and let me do the right thing. ”

“Alright then. If you insist, thank you. ” Khushi gave in, sighing. As he guided her towards his car, he said, “That is a sad sigh. You won’t have to bear my company for long Khushi Gupta. Just until I drop you home. ”

A sharp retort sprang to her lips, but Khushi held it back and closed her mouth shut, her eyes wide. She was completely mental if she was in angry because he was going out with someone else. She just couldn’t be jealous!

“What, no come back? Not even a tiny retort. ” Arnav mocked her.

“No. ” Khushi gave a clipped reply, and heard his breath intake.

Khushi stared straight ahead, walking on, trying to blank out the smell of him. He affected her in so many ways, more than anyone else. He riled her up, made her smile and he made her feel very desirable too. Not that she was going to give in to this attraction. That way lay destruction and heart break. She was not going to fool herself into thinking she was in love; it was plain and simple attraction.

“What are you thinking about? I can hear your brain engines whirring. ” ASR tried to start a conversation.

“Just thinking something, and I really don’t want to talk about it. ” Khushi replied softly but firmly.

Arnav was amused. She had no idea her face was an open book for him. As if he could read her thoughts, Khushi heard him say, “I go out on dates normally with women who are like myself, looking for a companion for society evenings. It doesn’t end up in bed Khushi. ”

Her face red, Khushi mumbled, “What do I care ASR. You can go out anytime you like, with who ever you like. Humain koi fark nahi padta, samjhe aap!”

“Nahi? Now that’s strange, because if you were going out on a date, I would want to beat the guy to the pulp. When I saw you with Jha the first time, I wanted to break his jaw when he smiled at you and break his hand when he caught yours.  ” Pat came Arnav’s reply.

Khushi gaped at him for a second, then shook her head saying with a soft smile, “You’ve lost it Mr Rothwell Raizada. I suggest psychiatric help. ”

Arnav threw his head back and laughed. In that single second Khushi knew she would never ever feel as attracted to any other man as this one. He looked at her with a glint in his eye and simply said, “Maybe Khushi Gupta, maybe I have lost it. All your fault though. Now come along; I don’t want to be late. ”

And Khushi blushed to the roots of her hair, muttering “I knew it was going to be my fault somehow.” and meekly walked along with him to the car.

The journey to Khushi’s house was completed in silence as ASR managed through the heavy evening traffic on Delhi roads. Not that Khushi resented the silence. She felt quite comfortable sitting next to him, not talking. Only once did it happen that she looked out the window, away from him that he promptly said,” No, don’t. ” As if she understood him, she stopped looking out the window and stared straight ahead, to hear him breathe in and smile. She felt in sync with him. They reached the house, and for the first time Khushi wished her journey with him would have lasted longer. The next thought scorned her as she remembered, he was in a hurry to get ready for his date and her profile turned icy again. She heard him sigh as she opened the door and thanked him. An eyebrow up, she enquired with an abrupt, “What.”

For an answer, he leaned across the seat to where she had her head inside the window and gave her a swift kiss on her surprised lips. “See you tomorrow at Anjali’s mehandi, my fake fiancee.”

And he drove away, leaving her outraged and open mouthed at her doorstep.

Meanwhile Payal watched what was happening between Arnav Singh Raizada and Khushi and a chuckle left her as he drove away. That man was devious and Khushi was totally wrapped up in him, just like he was in her- thought Payal. She had her suspicions about him being aware of his feelings, unlike Khushi. Only time would tell though, how things pan out. Sighing, Payal turned away from the window and went ahead to open the door, only to have Khushi knocking her on the nose, lost in her own world.

“Khushi di, for God’s sake! ” At Payal’s exasperated chuckle, Khushi looked up and found her hand on Payal’s nose. Her eyes widened at what she had done and then sense of humour took over. She laughed, and she entered the house after Payal, “You should be glad I didn’t pound the door.” Taking in Payal’s appearance, she asked, “Are you going out somewhere?”

“I should have known you’d forget. ” Payal made a face and smiled, “It is quite okay though. We can go another time. ”

And Khushi winced. She could have kicked herself for her absent mindedness. She had promised Payal they would go out tonight; two sisters celebrating life together. Gathering her wits together, she said “Oh no no no. I may have forgotten about our evening plans for a second there, but that doesn’t mean we’re not going! Give me ten minutes and we’ll be on our way. Meanwhile, how about calling for a taxi? I – er may have forgotten to do it this afternoon.”

Giving Payal a sheepish grin, Khushi rushed into her room to shower and change. Twenty minutes later they left the house in the taxi, dressed smart and ready to enjoy their evening dinner at Pind Balluchi, in Connaught Place. While Payal was dressed in a lacy bodycon dress in black and a crocheted cream scarf to go with it, Khushi had opted to go for a sleeveless square neck belted jumpsuit in red with a short jacket in beige.  Inwardly she had sighed in relief as she sat down beside her sister in the taxi. At least the restaurant had been booked a week in advance. She promised herself, she would enjoy the rest of the evening with her sister and not once think about Rothwell Raizada.

They paid of the taxi driver and made their way to Pind Balluchi. The doorman at the restaurant opened the door with a greeting and a smile, Khushi smiled back at him and greeted him back. A woman dressed in a saree came up to meet them with a smile.

“Good evening. May I help you?” Said the woman.

“Good evening, we have a reservation for two. In the name of -”

“Arnav Singh Raizada.”

Startled, Khushi turned around and found her eyes meeting the amber ones of Arnav Singh Raizada.

 

 

 

 

A Fake Engagement- A Real Wedding – Chapter 13

Chapter 13

A Fake Engagement

“But that’s not– Arnav Rothwell, you clear this right now!” Khushi was too outraged at Shyam’s statement to not speak out.

Arnav looked at her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “And what am I supposed to clear exactly, darling? The truth shall remain what it is.” He drawled, much to Khushi’s astonishment. Why was he behaving like this?

“You know what.” Khushi replied back, tight lipped.

Shyam looked at them both and sighed, “Why this pretence, Rothwell. You and Khushi have both been hiding this for a year. I had no idea Khushi worked in your company before she moved out here, didn’t know that she had moved to India because you both had quarrelled. ”

“Well, yes in a way, but it was not like that. ” Khushi blurted out unconsciously giving merit to Shyam’s statement and making Arnav’s head turn. His mind, that could calculate complex financial details in a second was not slow to respond to her statement. It latched on to her honest declaration of running away from London, from him, because of that night. A part of him was elated by this knowledge. She had never said she was immune to him, but this – the fact that she was scared enough to run away from him and the feelings he evoked in her gave him a reason now to pursue this train of thought he had been with for some time. Idly, he gazed into his empty cup and said,

“Our reasons don’t concern you Jha, but I am quite prepared to wait until Khushi is over her tantrum and wants to declare what is in her heart, to the world. ”

Khushi turned fiery eyes full of anger towards Arnav at his statement, but never uttered a word of defiance against him. The reason — she had in that moment found her eyes stuck to La’s tear filled eyes. Slowly it dawned on her that the only reason why Arnav might carrying on like a person demented was because he wanted to help La not feel guilty. It was as if a light bulb lit up in her brain. She kicked herself at her delayed understanding. Of course La had blurted out the first thing she could think of when Shyam might have confronted her. Khushi had realised some time back that La was in love with Shyam, and whatever misunderstanding stood between them, she also knew that Shyam had an equal amount of affection for La.

An enquiring brow and a shake of head was all the communication that passed between Arnav and Khushi at this stage. Shyam looked at them both and said, “Look, you guys wish to keep it a secret and I don’t mind. It is your business what you do with your relationship, but I tell you  now, I won’t let your sister talk to La about marrying you, Rothwell.”

A flicker of irritation caused Arnav to say, “If you are so concerned about it, why dont you ask La to marry you?”

Khushi heard La give an inward gasp, while Shyam looked a bit dazed. Suddenly he caught hold of La’s hand and got up from his seat. A look of utter happiness crossed his face as he looked at La and he said, “You know what- I think I will do just that. ” And saying so, he turned to La and simply asked, “Marry me, my dear?”

La seemed to have developed wings of happiness, as she went into Shyam’s embrace without delay. Her tears of happiness were her affirmation of her answer to his question. With La in her embrace, Shyam looked at Khushi and gave her a brilliant smile. “Khushi, will you arrange my wedding? I’d like to get married within a week. ”

About to take a sip from the glass of water next to her, Khushi choked on it and stuttered, “A-a w-week! Impossible Shyam. I have other –”

“Done.” Arnav interrupted her, and before she could protest, put a finger on her lips. His mouth curved in a tender smile as she looked at him, her eyes wide and her travelling between his finger on her lips and his own amber gaze. His own turned molten with desire, as she closed her eyes, unable to face the fire. His head swam and his hand on his thigh tightened. This was no time to succumb to desire! She shook his finger off her lips and spoke firmly, “Shyam, you know these things take time. Especially if you want to advertise to the whole world about your love. Be reasonable! I also have Anjali ji’s wedding arrangements to consider. You know I don’t take two contracts at the same time.”

Shyam and La looked at each other, stars shining in their eyes. Without taking her eyes off Shyam, La said, “Let us get married in a civil ceremony then. We can do that this week, and at a later date let Khushi made arrangements for a grand wedding our families will want to host. We can even go back home and do it! Say yes, Shyam.”

Shyam let out a chuckle and gave a conspirational wink to Arnav, saying “How our women hold our hearts, eh Rothwell? In that case, we must do what they say.”

“Hmm” Arnav smiled non-committally.

Shyam took La’s face in his hands and said, “Okay, if that is what you want; that is what we shall do. These two can be our witnesses, eh? ”

“Gladly!” said Khushi for herself, without thinking. Arnav looked at her, one of his eyebrows raised in mockery. Khushi flushed pink and continued, “I mean, I will gladly be your witness Shyam.”

Quite deliberately, Arnav picked up Khushi’s hand and kissed it, sending tingles down her spine. Challenging her to argue, he said, ” If Khushi says she will be there, she knows so will I.” Letting go of her hand, he stood up and straightened his cuff links, “Let me know when I need to come down to the court for the ceremony, will you La? I must take your leave now, since I have a date this evening. I would hate to keep my date waiting.”

Not looking at Khushi, he nodded to Shyam, hugged La and made his exit from the scene. Khushi was left prone to feeling as if he had kicked her in the stomach and left her bleeding. What date? With who? A murderous rage seemed to envelop her; she was upset and she was finding it hard from showing it. Shyam looked at her curiously and said, “So until you decide to let your engagement stay in the dark, he dates other women and you date other men?”

Hastily La broke in, “Shyam, don’t be silly! ASR goes out on meaningless dates to fill his evenings, and most of his dates are platonic; they know the score. ”

Shyam looked keenly at Khushi and then softly whispered, “But does Khushi know the score?”

Forcibly Khushi brought a smile to her lips and said airily, “But of course. Now if you two love birds will excuse me, I shall go back home and get Anjali’s wedding into gear. ” Still smiling, she hugged La and got out of the cafe.

Once outside, she gave a huge sigh and looked about for an auto rickshaw to take her home. She was tired and she really needed some space to think. Luckily, Payal won’t be home until later tonight and she could simply loll about and eat jalebis. Thinking so, she had just taken a step towards the auto rickshaw stand, when she felt her hand being pulled from behind and her whole body jerked back. In shock, Khushi opened her mouth to give hell to whoever had done this, with her other hand raised in the air to strike. It stayed mid-air as her gaze collided with ASR’s.

 

 

 

 

A Fake Engagement- A Real Wedding Chapter 12

Chapter-12

A Fake Engagement

Khushi sat waiting for Shyam at her favourite cafe that evening, while her mind still turned over Payal’s words. Why did Payal think that she, Khushi Gupta could ever fall in love with an arrogant arse like ASR?

She shook her head vehemently in denial, almost spilling coffee from the mug in her hand. The idea itself was mental. She could never fall for a man who had not even an ounce of humility in him. He was – he was-

“An espresso please, double shot. ” The deep dark voice raised the hair at the back of her neck. Trying to reject the voice in her head that said it knew who the voice belonged to, her eyes opened wide with shock as Arnav sat down in the chair next to her and grinned wolfishly.

“I had not thought of you as a coffee drinker, Khushi Gupta. You sound like you would drink gallons of tea, not coffee. “

Her eyes drank in his grinning face- he looked so devastatingly handsome when he smiled!- and then his words registered. More to the point, his presence by her side registered as she came out of her daze. Her doe eyes sparkled with annoyance.

Arnav saw the moment Khushi’s expression changed and his eyes lit up at the expectation of fireworks. He loved it when she looked ready to spit fire, the passion of her feelings plain on her face.  He didn’t have long to wait.

Khushi’s chest swelled with quiet indignation. His eyes rested briefly on the heaving chest and then moved to her eyes. They were now furious at his blatant display of interest.

“How dare you! “Khushi spoke with her mouth barely moving. “What the hell are you doing here Mr Rothwell ? “

“I have been called here, by your – who is he anyway? Is he your associate or your friend?”

Khushi refused to calm down. With gritted teeth, she asked, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you had better leave. I have a meeting and I am not going to waste my energy talking to you. “

“Of course. ” Arnav was brisk, his eyes sharp. He accepted his cup of espresso with a polite smile at the waitress, that seemed to turn her into a silly mush. Fluttering her eyelashes, she asked him if he wanted any sugar.

“He is diabetic. No sugar, thank you.” Khushi spat dismissal at the waitress, who went away with a scowl on her face. Looking straight back at ASR, Khushi said, “Did you hear what I said Mr Rothwell Raizada? Leave.”

“You’re pretty adorable when you’re all fire like this. “Arnav observed amusedly, and then huskily added, “Most of the times, I can’t wait to burn with you.”

Khushi had no reply for such a statement. She sipped her coffee and pointedly looked at her watch. Arnav finished his mouthful of espresso and wiped his mouth with a serviette, calming informing her, “Don’t be mad at me. I didn’t come here myself. I was called by your photographer associate, Shyam. “

Her jaw dropping, Khushi retorted, “Shyam? My Shyam called you?”

“Your Shyam? ” Arnav’s eyes caught fire at her reference to Shyam as hers. He was annoyed.

His entire day had been a pain, so why should he be surprised if evening was the finale of all that he found irksome. He had decided to work from home this morning. His morning had begun with Anjali teasing La at the breakfast table. By noon, La had become decidedly panicky, coming to him with the request that he make things clear to his family. She was terrified they would marry her to him tomorrow if they had their way. Highly tickled by her imagination, Arnav had assured her nothing of the kind would happen. She ought to take the teasing in her stride and be indifferent. After all, she wanted the pretence of being his girlfriend to save her pride. But La had been unable to handle things. Post lunch, she had excused herself with the excuse of a prior meeting with an old friend and got out of the house.

Arnav had breathed a sigh of relief as Anjali had turned her attention to her own wedding matters, and he had finally been able to focus on his work. Things had just settled down, when Shyam called. He had been polite and straight to the point.

“Hi Alex, I would like to meet you this evening. Is it possible?” Shyam had asked politely.

Arnav had observed, “A bit sudden, isn’t it? “

Shyam had been just as adamant, “I’ll agree, it is a bit sudden but imperative. I would appreciate it if you could come to the India Cafe this evening. Khushi will also be there.”

Arnav had tensed at her name, and in a split second made his decision as an unsavoury thought had entered his head. His entire being had rebelled at the idea. As he remembered the thought that had prompted him to come here without a second’s hesitation, his annoyance at his own behaviour grew. He looked at Khushi and suddenly he said, “I might as well tell you since I know you will not tattle tale. I think it is time I got married.”

Khushi looked at him, going pale at his words. ASR planning to get married? To Whom? Or was he simply saying that to annoy her? Well, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. With mighty effort, she ignored his declaration and ploughed on, “Why has he called you here?” Then muttered to herself, ” Is he planning to warn you off in front of me or something? “

Arnav’s mind, that had seconds ago been amusing itself at Khushi’s instant reaction and efforts at non-reaction to his statement, was now outraged at this muttered suggestion. How could anyone warn him off Khushi? Khushi was — and he stopped the thought in his head. He liked annoying her, flirting with her. He had already admitted to wanting her badly. Khushi was  his — The point was, she was not for Shyam.

Khushi, unaware of his internal debate continued muttering to herself, “I must talk to Shyam. He has been a bit odd lately, but I simply thought it was due to his preoccupation with–.”

“Still talk to yourself, do you? Old habits die hard. ” an amused Arnav drawled lazily, stretching in the chair. “I can’t wait to hear what milk toast man has to say to me.”

Khushi choked on her coffee “Milk toast man? You are calling Shyam a milk toast man?”

ASR shrugged his shoulders, “What else would I call a man who has been playing with fire recently, but is not able to take the heat?”

“What fire? What heat? What the hell are you blabbering on about ASR?” Khushi snapped, forgetting her intention to stay calm.

She drew back as Arnav leaned forward.  Suddenly his eyes were drawn to the door and he took a sharp breath. Khushi saw the change in his face, saw the hardness enter into his eyes and looked at the door too.

Shyam and La had entered the cafe; Shyam with a grim look on his face and La with averting eyes. His gaze zeroed in on Arnav and Khushi and his jaw tightened. They all greeted each other politely. La sat between Khushi and Shyam, her gaze averted from Arnav. Khushi observed this and wondered.

Finally Arnav spoke, “So Jha, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

Shyam put down his coffee and looked at Khushi accusingly, saying “I just wanted to make sure we are all on the same page. You have not trusted me enough as a friend Khushi, or you would have confided your secret in me. ” He sighed deeply, unhappily. Before Khushi could ask him, he raised his hand, “I am not finished yet Khushi. Please don’t interrupt. “

Shyam looked at Arnav and a determination entered his eyes. He said, “La tells me your family spoke to her today about her marrying you. Now is the time Rothwell. You must tell them.”

Khushi’s eyes strayed to Arnav, shock evident in them. Without looking at her, Arnav kept his gaze on Shyam, “Tell them what, Jha?”

At this point, La interrupted both men, looking at Arnav with pleading eyes. His eyes hardened and she averted hers, saying “I am sorry, Alex. I wouldn’t have told Shyam about any of it, had he not told me about his intention to marry her.”

ASR being who he was, didn’t even blink at her declaration of innocence. He simply nodded at her and then looked back at Shyam.

A frustrated exhale, and then Shyam said, “You must tell your family the truth Rothwell. Tell them that La is not your girlfriend, but mine. You must tell them about your engagement to Khushi. “

A Fake Engagement- A Real Wedding Chapter 11

Chapter 11

a fake engagement- a real wedding

a fake engagement- a real wedding

Khushi was in a foul mood and it was the world’s fault, or so she told herself again and again. Had everyone simply gone crazy or was she slowly going mad? She kicked a small stone by the side of the road while pacing on the small section, near a auto rickshaw. The driver of the auto seemed to be busy in changing tyre.  The stone wedged in her jutti and refused to be thrown off.

“Arrggh! Devi Maiyya! What is the matter with you ? Lagta hai humne aapko jo besan ke laddooeon ka prasad chadhaaya tha, woh aapko pasand nahi aaya hain. Why else would my day have been such a horrible one? First that La’ad Governor ruining my day, then Shyam acting weird over La and behaving like a fool and now, I am stranded here thanks to this Auto wale bhaiyaji who didn’t check his tyres prior to the journey! Why me Devi Maiyya? Why me?”

The auto rickshaw driver in question looked at her and then up and himself and muttered to himself, “Not you, I always get the crazy ones at the end of the day. Why me?”

Khushi looked at him and narrowed her eyes, “Did you say something bhaiyaji?”

The manic look in her eyes warned the auto driver- this was not the right time to vent out his own frustrations; instead he smiled and said, “I was just saying behanji that it is the end of the day and my auto has a flat tyre. I wish I could say it will be okay in five minutes but I don’t think so. I think it might be a better idea for you to catch another auto.”

Khushi smiled sweetly, too sweetly and said, “Do you see another auto rickshaw on this road right now Bhaiyaji? I wish I could say I will take another auto, but the sad fact is I am stuck here with you because there is no other auto. I am not walking alone on this road to find one! Would you let your sister walk alone at this time of the evening?”

The auto rickshaw driver straightened his shirt consciously and said, “Never!  My sister wouldn’t be out of the house at this time anyway. ”

“Exactly!” Khushi went on, sitting down beside him and picking up the lug wrench he had left by the side. “I wouldn’t be out of the house at this hour either! I would be cosy at home, eating hot roti and aallu mutter subzi this evening. But what do employers know or understand about a common man’s plight?”

She lifted the wrench as if to hit the imaginary person by her side. The driver moved quickly out of the way and hurriedly started working while Khushi continued,  “I could seriously bop him on the head with something like this, he is sooo irritating! ” She looked at the auto rickshaw driver and continued flailing the wrench about,

“Rich people don’t understand that we need to get home on time. Especially people like him- that horrible la’ad governer. I am late today because of all the extra work I have had to do. And then there was my friend who went crazy today simply because the girl he fancies, or I think he does, was with that idiot ASR. Why was she with him, who knows? But I had hoped La had better taste than that. Meh. ”

She stopped for a bit then while the driver kept on working, his hands sure of his tools. Khushi watched him and then said, “It is good to see that you know what you do so well. No wonder you are good at this. If only everyone was as good at their work as they should be. ”

The ramble continued for another ten minutes where Khushi told the driver how she had found the staff at a big hotel inefficient and unhelpful. She grumbled on about the hotel manager, the mehandi guy, the florist and finally came back again to La’ad Governer and how all today was his fault.

The auto rickshaw driver moved a little away from Khushi, alarmed and trying to not come in the way of her flailing about.  ” Err–yes yes.. of course. This is almost done behanji. If you will give me the wrench, I’ll simply fix the tyre and tighten the nuts and bolts. Okay? ”

A relieved smile lit up Khushi’s face, instantly making the auto rickshaw driver feeling mean about his earlier thoughts. Of course the girl must be worried, this is after all not the safest of cities in the country. With a nod, Khushi got up and moved away, still talking, ” I am so hungry, but then I always am!”

Finally the auto rickshaw was ready for the drive. The driver dropped Khushi and received a warm smile and a thank you.

“You are a nice person bhaiya- the nicest person I have met today actually. Thank you.”

The auto rickshaw driver grinned broadly and waved a cheerio while he left her street, inwardly thinking, that this La’ad Governer who ever he was had made home in this poor girl’s brain. It didn’t look like he was going to get out any time soon from the way she kept on about him. His romantic soul sensed romance. The girl had no idea she fancied this “La’ad Governer” and how much of her thoughts were occupied by him.

A similar suspicion crept into Khushi’s mind before she went to bed.  ASR seemed to be constantly in her head and she didn’t like it. The suspicion that her body was craving for another contact with him filled her eyes with horror. She quickly closed them, and her mind to such thoughts and tried to sleep. When sleep came to her, her dreams were full of Alexander Sebastian Rothwell and his eyes watching her walking away with Shyam.

 

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“What will you do once I am married and gone? Do you not want to get married Khushi? ”

Payal’s words came back to her the next night while Khushi was brushing her hair before going to sleep. A frown came upon her face that had been scrubbed pink from her recent bath as she thought about it.

Khushi and Payal had gone out today not only to make Anjali’s wedding arrangements, but also to do a bit of window shopping for Payal’s own wedding. Khushi and her had decided that though the wedding won’t be any time too soon, they might need to start preparing for it. Khushi had offered her finances for buying Payal’s modest trousseau as a wedding gift. Emotional at such a gesture, Payal had accepted and also agreed to help Khushi with her current client assignment. This was the only way both the sisters could spend more time together and browse for her trousseau.

While they had been at a cafe, after a hectic afternoon of work on Anjali’s forthcoming functions, Payal had looked into her coffee thoughtfully.

“What is so engrossing about that cup of cappuccino Payalia?” Khushi had playfully asked, to encounter a serious look from Payal.

“I worry about you Khushi. You have been stressed since the last few days and I know it is not work that keeps you on the edge. You have stopped confiding in me.”

“My life is an open book honey! What is there to confide about?” Khushi tried to be as nonchalant as possible.

“Khushi, you know that is not true. I don’t know these days why you insist on being an ostrich, burying your head in the sand as soon as this topic rises. And lately, you have been a lot more agitated. I feel like I am so far away from you these days.” Payal concluded on a morose note.

Khushi immediately hugged her and said in a voice as loving as only an elder sister could have, ” Payalia, don’t you ever think that! I am always with you, there for you. ”

Payal cupped Khushi’s cheek and looked at her imploringly, “Yes but Khushi, I don’t think I am there for you. Or that you even need me. Talk to me please. Tell me what is going on.”

Khushi sighed loudly and let her sister go. Then, closing her eyes, she poured it out all while Payal listened.  Khushi told her everything about ASR; his family, their professional history, their antagonism with each other, his previous personal association with her, her meeting him again and then as the client’s brother and their skirmishes. She skipped on the more personal aspects but she did mention some of it. Payal in the meanwhile, made tea for them both while she listened to her sister with total attention.

At the end of her tirade, Khushi said,
“So you see, I am stuck. I don’t know what to do, I don’t even know why I feel the way I do and I see no way out of this. ”

Payal sipped on her tea and paused for thought. Then she said, ” Is it possible there is more to this than just physical attraction towards each other? Do you think you are in love? ”

Khushi stared at her sister in horror, at the direct as well as implied meaning and felt totally outraged. “I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN!”

 

A Fake Engagement – A Real Wedding CHAPTER 10

Chapter 10

a fake engagement- a real wedding

a fake engagement- a real wedding

” Why is it that every time I try to do something nice for you, it backfires?” Anjali asked her brother, thoroughly put out by his attitude that evening.

Arnav looked at his sister, amusement plain on his face. His sister’s tactics were not unknown to him but to have invited La to be his date for her Mehandi evening without even asking him stretched things a bit far. And he was quite sure that she had no idea what a can of worms she had opened up by inviting Laavanya to India in the first place. He shrugged and said,

“Who knows ? Maybe you should stop thinking you’re being nice to me by giving me unplanned surprises. Unlike you my darling sister,  I don’t like them.”

He had been surprised to see La this morning, when she had suddenly come up to his office and announced herself. Politeness and long ingrained teaching of never leaving a friend in need alone had urged him to take her up on her offer of showing him around the city. He had cancelled his appointments for the rest of the day and gone out with her, only to listen to her mooning about the only love of her life- Shyam Jha.

His hand fisted at the thought of him and then the fist tightened when he recollected Shyam and Khushi together, with her hand in his. Unexplained rage had erupted in his head at the sight of Shyam dragging Khushi away from him. He had wanted to snatch her away from Shyam, and keep her by his own side.
It had taken a few moments for such irrational thoughts to fade, and sense to kick in. Recalling Khushi’s behaviour he had realised that she had not objected to Shyam’s hand in hers, nor had she protested when he had led her away. The rest of the day had become unbearable with his head partially filled with thoughts of Khushi and the question of her relationship with Shyam. La had tried to be bright and chirpy but by evening, she had fizzled out; opting out of going to the night club as originally planned.

On arriving home, he had been greeted by Maamiji who had wanted to know if La was coming to the house later on. Initially he had been taken aback by her suggestion, but later on realised if Anjali had organised La’s coming to India, it was quite possible every one thought, he and La were an item again. He had excused himself after firmly dispelling Maamiji’s doubts about his relationship with La.

Once in his room, he shed his clothes and made straight for a cold shower. Unwillingly, he had thought of Khushi.  As usual, she had tried her best to ignore him. That had only annoyed him more. Deliberately he had tried to rile her up, only to fall flat on his face as she had dismissed him by calling him ignorant about New Delhi in not so many words. She had even dared to imply that he was one of those men who wouldn’t go out unless he had an escort. Distaste of that thought had left feeling him bitter in the mouth.

Once dressed in casual chinos and a white t-shirt, he had come down to be grumbled at by his sister.

Anjali continued, stuffing flowers into an already neat flower arrangement. Arnav winced for them as Anjali said, ” I thought having La here would cheer you up. I wasn’t sure if you were together any more or if you have moved on to pastures new, but she’s a nice girl. I like her. “

The last was said in a defensive tone. Arnav stopped her from putting a rose in the arrangement, chuckling, “Any more in there and the entire arrangement will be choked to death Anjali! ” He put the rose down on the table and said, “La is a good friend, has always been. But there is nothing of the kind of relationship you think between us. She has her sights set very firmly on a man since she was a teenager.”

At Anjali’s raised eyebrows, he had to defend La, “The time in London was a smokescreen! She needed a fiction and I did too.”

“Did you now? Hmmm.. it must’ve been to keep the horde away I’m sure.” Anjali gigggled at her brother’s frowning face and said, “Imagine that! La prefers someone else to you! Who I wonder is this guy?”

ASR scowled as he recalled Shayam and with him, Khushi. He growled out the name in annoyance, “His name is Shyam; the son of Manohar Jha; the owner of Manchester Cotton Textile .”

Anjali’s face took on a speculative look. “That’s not a bad choice. I remember the guy from the corporate parties I had been forced to attend last year, as a board member. You joined hands with his father for a project, didn’t you?”

“That’s right. His father is a good businessman, so I am quite sure he won’t be averse to the match between his family and La’s. However it is this man himself who has been a bit shaky on commitment.”

Anjali absorbed this and Arnav continued, “Coincidentally he is also here these days and we bumped into him today. He was with that girl; Khushi Gupta.”

The last words came out really bland in tone. Anjali looked at her brother, realising that he was hiding very strong emotions under the bland voice. She pretended ignorance about Shyam being Khushi’s photographer and said, “Our Khushi- the wedding organiser and your ex-employee? How does she know him? “

“I have things to do for your wedding. I’ll see you later, okay?” Arnav said and walked away instead of answering her question. Anjali observed the taut profile of her brother walking away from her and smiled slowly. Things were definitely taking a very desirable turn, small thanks to unprecedented luck on her side. She might just be able to pull off her stint and finally fulfil her mother’s dying wish.

Anjali sat down on the chair by the flower arrangement on the table, her eyes misting. She still remembered her mother’s deep sigh and her words, spoken to her when she was only eighteen and Arnav was twenty-three. Anjali had been crying of guilt because Arnav hadn’t eaten for two days; they had fought bitterly over her latest crush who had been paid off by Arnav.  He had shown her tender teenage eyes the real picture hiding behind the object of her infatuation’s charm; a man ten years elder to her and only after her money. It had been too much to bear then and in rage, Anjali had lashed out at her brother.

Her mother had been travelling with her father to Paris for a business event that weekend when the incident occurred.  Upon return, she had taken the matter into her own hands and had the matter resolved in minutes. She was the only one Arnav ever listened to, without any argument. When he had gone back to his room (after accepting Anjali’s apology with a smile), Anjali had asked her mother why her brother had been so brutal with the truth. Her mother had given a sad sigh and said to her,

“My darling son and your brother is a complicated character.  When your father died, I married Sebastian and sometimes I wonder if that is what started his cynicism of relationships. He knew; he was six, old enough to know that I had married Sebastian not because I loved him, but because we wanted companionship, and also because I wanted financial security to raise the both of you. He had already seen what his own father had done to us as a family. Your father had thought he would climb the social ladder by marrying me and he did so too, by squandering my inheritance and betraying my father’s trust. Arnav had loved your father dearly, made him his idol. Sadly his love had never been returned. Your father was not the one to love anyone but himself. One day Arnav realised the truth.  Turned out his charming idol had feet of clay. That was his first disillusionment. When I married Sebastian for financial security, it was his second disillusionment. Later on, as he grew up he realised there was a lot more to our relationship that that, but it did give birth to the cynic in him.”

Lost in her thoughts, she had then smiled, and proceeded to say, ” I have never regretted my decision to marry Sebastian, and I was very happy the day you and Arnav decided to accept him wholly and call him your Dad. Sebastian truly loves you as his own.”

Anjali had smiled brightly, held her mother’s hand and kissed it. Her mother had squeezed her hand in return and continued,

” I think its was the greatest sign of acceptance when Arnav decided to accept his new name. I know that he loves being called Alex by Sebastian, but he is also aware of how different his life might have been had he not been given the life and love he has, by Sebastian. When you father died, all I had was you as a toddler in my arms and Arnav, and a whole lot of debts that his womanising and gambling had left behind. My mother couldn’t forgive me for choosing such a man, and I couldn’t forget that I had chosen such a man. Yet I had loved him wholeheartedly. I can never regret meeting him or marrying him, because he gave me you and Arnav.

Anjali,  I sometimes wonder if there would a woman brave enough to love him and fall in love with him, despite his weaknesses.  I am not blind to his faults darling, nor am I unobservant. He is clever and brilliant at what ever he does, and your father says he will go far when he joins the business next week, as his successor. I have no doubt about it. But I have seen bitterness reflecting in his attitude, made only worse by his broken affair.  His eyes are already of a man of thirty, cynical. He is the son of a prestigious businessman, has money and he is aware of it. He knows that girls-women may like him only because of his wealth. So many girls flock over to him, and I have no doubt he has his share of girlfriends and fun. What man his age wouldn’t? My fear is, even if he does fall in love one day, he is so pig headed, he might just screw things up, to run away from his one fear- disappointment. Remember my words, darling. If I am not around at the time, you make sure your brother finds his soul mate.”

Tears ran down Anjali’s cheeks as she remembered this conversation with her mother. This was the last close conversation they had had together. Two weeks after,  her parents had been killed in a plane crash, while travelling across the Atlantic. Mr Rothwell senior had happily named his successor, given a party for the occasion, and decided to take a holiday with his wife. They had been travelling to America when the plane had crashed.

Anjali wiped tears off her cheeks and sniffed, going into her bedroom, more determined than ever to ensure her brother’s happiness. She knew what she had to do next.

A Fake Engagement- A Real Wedding Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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“What the hell is she doing here for God’s sake!”

Shyam’s outburst startled Khushi.  They had been focused on his upcoming exhibition for a solid four hours, with Khushi helping him place the photos in the right order at the gallery. Hunger had made itself known, bringing them thus to Shyam’s favoured Yellow Brick Road, a Taj Vivanta restaurant in Khan Market.

Khushi didn’t mind really because she could eat her fill of Belgian waffles with blueberries, melted butter and maple syrup, though she would have been just as comfortable in a small South Indian restaurant not far away from the art gallery.  Normally Shyam would feel better after eating YBR chicken- their signature dish but not today. Something had upset him; or rather someone.

Khushi looked up and about and her gaze rested on Laavanya, who was sitting some tables away, talking furiously with a man sitting opposite her. Khushi looked at Shyam carefully and hid a smile. If that was not the case of a jealous man, she didn’t know what it was! Shyam looked ready to commit murder, his gaze stone cold as it rested on Laavanya and the man she sat beside. He looked away and tried to focus on his food while Khushi tried to get a look of the man who was sitting with Laavanya. She couldn’t see his face but he looked tall and imposing from the back. Surely La was not indulging in a romance with this man, not when she was looking at Shyam with defiance and longing in her eyes. Khushi decided not to let Shyam know.

She turned to Shyam and said innocently, “Isn’t that the model you had been shouting at the last time- what was her name?”

“La.” Shyam bit out, and then added, “Never mind with them. I think we must get back to work Khushi.”

Khushi looked at him in horror. “And leave my waffles uneaten behind? Are you mad? I am not going anywhere and neither are you. Finish your chicken. ”

“You are so bossy at times! ” Shyam’s tone was forceful but not overly so. While looking at the couple, he took a bite our of his chicken like it was the head of the man.  And choked on it the next instant. Khushi patted him on the back and said softly, “Don’t look now, but La is looking right at you. ”

“I don’t need to look. “Shyam said exasperatedly, and drank deeply from his glass of water, adding “We should discuss our relationship soon, don’t you think? It is time we announced our engagement Khushi. ”

Khushi sighed softly. Men were indeed stupid in the matters of heart and Shyam was fast becoming a prime example of such stupidity. She put her fork down reluctantly and looked directly into Shyam’s eyes. The right time to have her say had arrived.

“Shyam, I love you dearly- as a friend and I think you know that you do the same as far as I am concerned. You and I both know for certain that you are only being stubborn. We both know that I am not the right person.  ”

“How do you know that? ” Shyam looked away from Khushi and at La, “How do you recognise the right person then?”

“You just know it- like you do. ” Khushi said softly, touching him on the shoulder and smiling at him. “Go to her when the time is right and tell her how you feel Shyam. I remember the earlier encounter with her and I got the feeling she has feelings for you too.”

Shyam held her hand fast in his and said, “No. That can’t be. We— it’s a long story but we can’t be right for each other; La and I. She is a total five letter word and I am not into such women.”

“Shyam!” Khushi rebuked him sharply. “Don’t be daft! And I know I don’t know what happened between you two but I don’t think she is the kind you describe.”

“Oh yes, she is. She is a tease. I have known her from when we were ye high and she was always the same. She would lavish all her attention at you one time and the next completely ignore you. She is like that. To think that our parents ever thought— She is a total bitch and a tease. She graduated but only because it was fashion. She models for fun, and because she gets to meet men to flirt with.  She did the same in London. Went out with me and when she got bored, she didn’t really break it off. Simply went out with another man and splashed herself in the society pages as his arm candy. She might still be with him for all I know and playing behind his back. ” Shyam’s voice was bitter.

It grew sharp as he fisted his hands in anger after catching a look at the man’s face and exclaimed, “Well, I’ll be damned! What the hell is he doing here as well?”

The man in question took La’s hand in his own and kissed it while La looked at Shyam, openly defiant . Khushi was highly amused when Shyam broke into voluble curses under his breath. Khushi could only see La and not the man as he was seated in the other direction from her own chair. She had seen La’s  reactions and drawn her own conclusions from when Shyam had looked at her smilingly, and held her hand.  That stricken look and sadness in Laavanya’s face hadn’t been the reactions of a tease or a bitch of any sort. Those reactions had been of a woman in love, who knew she was in love and was suffering due to some misunderstanding between herself and her beloved.  She opened her mouth to explain this to Shyam when the man sitting beside La turned his head and looked at Shyam with open disdain.

Khushi gasped audibly beside Shyam, turning the man’s gaze towards her. His eyes widened for a second before he looked back at Shyam, plain dislike open on his face now and then turned away from both of them, his back rigid. Khushi swallowed hard, her love of waffles forgotten. Shyam knew him?

When Shyam said, “Let’s get out of here. I feel stifled.”, she couldn’t agree fast enough.

Unfortunately for Shyam and Khushi, they had to pass through the table where La and her companion sat.  Khushi couldn’t believe her eyes they were stopped by La.  She put out a hand and touched Shyam’s arm while he passed her by. She was pale but determined as she spoke.

“Are you going to ignore us, Shyam?”

Shyam, to give him credit, smiled at La and said, “How did I ever forget that you hate being ignored ? ” Then he looked at the man who stood up and shook hands, “Jha. Long time no see. You plan to settle down in India? ”

His gaze flickered for a mini-second to Khushi standing beside Shyam, totally ignoring him and back to Shyam.

Shyam was too muddled in his own affairs to notice anything else. He shook hands firmly and said, “Rothwell. Didn’t know you were interested in my personal life. What business lured you to India ?”

“Sometimes it is the pleasure that lures you. I thought you knew that Jha.” Arnav replied back; his retort stiffening Shyam by Khushi’s side.

Utterly uncomfortable with the vibes floating around, Khushi refused to look at any of them despite his taunts, especially ignored ASR. Her brain was bouncing around in her head, a green flame flickering in her heart, a fire in her eyes. Her opinion of him at that moment was at an all time low. The scoundrel! The rat!!! What did the man think he was doing, playing around with La who clearly belonged with Shyam !  She wanted to slap some sense into Laavanya and ask her what madness had driven her in ASR’s company.

La looked at Khushi amidst all the tension in the air, and smiled genuinely, warmly for the first time in all these minutes. She came with her hands held forward and said, “Khushi, it is good to see you again.”

Khushi smiled uncertainly and accepted her hands in her own, giving them a gentle squeeze to tell La she sympathised with her. Out loud, she said, “La, it is good to see you too. ”

La looked at ASR and still smiling said, “Alex, this is Khushi. Khushi this is my –friend, Alex Rothwell.”  After hesitating in her addressal for ASR, she then deliberately (or so it seemed to Khushi) put her hand in the crook of his arm and continued gaily, “Alex has come down for a few days. Do you know, he has never been around Delhi much. I thought I’d give him a tour of the city. I remembered you telling me about this place and thought we might start with our lunch here. ”

Shyam looked daggers at Khushi as if she had betrayed him.

Arnav Singh Raizada gave her a mocking smile, his eyebrow raised in question. His eyes went to her lips that trembled as his gaze touched them. He looked into her eyes again, as if silently asking “Should we acknowledge each other as strangers or tell them all about our history?Should we tell them how you melt in my arms when I kiss you?”

Khushi understood the question perfectly but refused to give him the satisfaction. However she couldn’t stop the blush that spread across her cheeks. She looked away from him. She wanted to slap that amused look off his face so bad! Taking a soft deep breath, she controlled herself and made do with a simple acknowledging nod. ASR gestured likewise, his eyes glinting with wicked amusement at Khushi.

Khushi turned her attention back to La and said still smiling, “Glad to have been of service though you could have started with Chandni Chowk; the place that brings both horror and awe to foreigners on their first visit. ”

La giggled softly and Khushi was hard put to smile back at La. She wanted to growl for some reason. She kept on telling herself it was not La’s fault; that La was only trying to make Shyam jealous after all. Secretly she was also horrified with herself for mean thoughts.

At this point, Arnav spoke up, addressing her bluntly, “Did La say this was my first visit Khushi? ”

Since the question was directed at her, Khushi had no choice but to look at him. His eyes burned her just as hers burned him. Her tone was polite but coldly dismissive, “I assumed that to be the case since La said you’re very familiar with the city, but perhaps you didn’t have anyone to escort you around. ”

Her tone plainly suggested that no one would have wanted to escort him. Shyam looked at her in astonishment. This was a different side to Khushi; she was being rude! Confused at her tone of voice, La looked at Khushi for a moment. To diffuse the situation, she said,

“I haven’t lost your phone number Khushi; I just thought I’d call you when you’re a little less busy what with–.” La said and then abruptly stopped and continued haltingly, “–with your –I mean Shyam’s exhibition and–”

“We need to leave. ” Shyam cut in suddenly. Catching Khushi’s hand in his, he nodded towards ASR and ignored Laavanya.

Khushi was annoyed, but kept quiet knowing this was not the time to berate her friend. She smiled apologetically at La and threw an icy look at ASR, who blandly gazed back, before following Shyam outside.

A Fake Engagement-A Real Wedding Chapter 8

Chapter-8

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“So- where am I to drop you Miss Khushi Gupta?” Arnav asked, his body turned towards her as they sat in his car.

Khushi fidgeted with the seat belt, not securing it and not meeting his eyes either as she softly but firmly replied,”  Since Anjali ji is watching us, you may drop me on the street outside. Then you may go where you wish. Personally I don’t -”

“-care to be anywhere next to me. I know that, Khushi. Maybe I frighten you or are you frightened of yourself, Khushi? ”

Khushi looked at him, her eyes stormy. “What? I am not frightened of you at all! Securing the seat belt, she said, “Just drive, will you? ”

“Not until you tell me where it is you wish to go the next.” Arnav retorted promptly, his eyes not leaving her face.

Khushi bit her lip and wondered what to do. She was acutely conscious of his raw masculinity, his unique scent reaching out to touch her senses. Would it be wiser to simply let him drive her to the art gallery, rather than sit here arguing with him? Maybe she wasn’t willing to let him drive her to the destination so easily because she enjoyed these little skirmishes? Maybe she wanted to spend more time with him – a little voice inside her head insinuated. Squashing that voice flat, Khushi decided to ask him to drop her off to the art gallery. It was possible that he might look at Shyam and her together, and decide to leave her alone.

Meanwhile, Arnav wondered what would happen if he leaned in and caught her lips with his. She had this habit of sucking her lower lip into her mouth every time she got anxious. Arnav wanted to touch her lips and release that lower lip from her mouth, taking it in his. His attention was diverted when the lip was released from its hold and Khushi spoke, “The art gallery next to India Gate, please.”

He gazed at her lips a second longer, than with a silent sigh, started the car. To pass 30 minutes of travel between them was going to be a torture since she was so close and not able to touch her. His thoughts still hadn’t settled down from his musings earlier. He still remembered how he had touched her intimately, the way she tasted in his mouth. His body went taut at the memory, a slight shudder going through him. Khushi, battling demons of her own, missed his reaction when her hand accidentally touched his while she fidgeted with her bag.

“Why can’t you sit still damnit!” Arnav growled from beside her, startling Khushi.

She looked at him, her eyes wide with bewilderment. “What did I do?”

“Just stop fidgeting.”

“Why don’t you just focus on your driving Mr Raizada. I don’t need to sit still like a statue simply because you have been ordered to drop me off.”

“What the– Don’t test my patience and don’t  talk to me in that tone of voice, Khushi Kumari Gupta. ” Arnav growled, glaring at her.

“Huh- as if there is any other tone I’d use for you Mr Aranv Singh Raizada or Alexander Sebastian Rothwell, what ever you want to call yourself. ” Khushi glared back, her whole body turned sideways, towards him. She continued, “It is so silly to have two names, really! I have always thought–”

In the next instant, before she could say anything more, Arnav stopped the car abruptly, making her gasp. Khushi looked around and found herself half way through to her destination. It was just a side road, that would eventually merge into the road that would take her to India Gate. He unlocked the door and said, “Get out.”

Khushi gaped at him, her mouth open, her eyes unblinking.  Maybe she had misheard. “What?” she asked to clear the air.

“Get out. ” ASR said again, gritting his teeth.” I can’t stand being next to you any longer. You are such an irritating woman.”

So angry at him that she didn’t even wish to look at him at this time, she said, “How dare you!” Getting her bag out of her way and unclipped her seat belt, while muttering, ” I should’ve known you would act like a jerk. What else can I expect from you.”

In the next instant, Arnav pulled her bag, thereby pulling her towards him as he leaned towards her. His gaze brought alive the tangle of nerves in her stomach that she had been trying to subside as he brought his face closer to hers. Khushi bravely met his gaze even though her lips quivered while she tried to keep a tight rein on her emotions. Looking deep into her eyes, he said angrily as if saying it against his wish, “You can expect this–”

Saying this, he lowered his head and brushed his lips evocatively across her own. Khushi’s mouth trembled under his tender onslaught. Without an order from her mushy brain, her lips responded back, moulding themselves to his shape. He groaned quietly and pulled her into him. Khushi’s hand touched his shirt covered hard chest and felt his rapidly beating heart. A beast roared inside her as he muttered, “- expect this. You make me crazy Khushi Kumari Gupta.”

Khushi mumbled his name, her voice husky with want. He chuckled, but his voice was just as fractured with desire as hers. As she repeated his name, he nibbled her lower lip, and said ” I love it when your voice cracks with want over my name. You can use this tone to talk to me any time Khushi.”

It was his words that brought Khushi back with a bump, back to reality.  She tore her mouth away and pushed him back into his seat. Closing her eyes for a second to hide herself from the shame of having responded so ardently to his kiss, which was clearly meant to be her punishment, she said hurriedly, “Of course you would blame me for your crazy acts as well.”

Before he could anticipate her move, she opened the door and jumped out quickly. Closing the door of the car hard, she made him wince and felt a little better. Through the window,her eyes spit fire and  she snapped, “Go to hell Raizada.”  and ran towards the auto waiting a little further away.

Arnav cursed softly as he saw her climbing into the auto and being driven away. Damn the girl, she always made him lose his temper and his mind, he thought irritatedly. He let her get to her too much. This had to stop somehow. But how? Still thinking on it, he drove away towards work.

A fake engagement – a real wedding Chapter 7

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” Khushi, there’s a car here, come to pick you up for a meeting.” Payal informed Khushi through the window overlooking the verandah. She had been sitting there with her book in her hand, her head in the clouds.

“Thank you for yelling little sister. I was expecting it and shall be out presently. ” Khushi grinned and yelled right back through the window.  Khushi wore a pale yellow tunic over blue leggings, with aquamarine drop earrings in her ears. Her feet were encased in glass studded blue juttis today. She looked ready to take on the battle of new adjustments with the orders. Or so she felt at the moment. Grinning at her image in the mirror, she moved over to the table where her clutch bag was all ready to be picked up, she got out of the house.

“Good morning Khushi ji. ” The driver of the car greeted her as she came down the steps to reach the car. Waving her sister goodbye, Khushi replied, “Good morning OP ji. Trust all is good with you? ”

“Jolly good ji.” OP replied back with a warm smile. “The family is excited and waiting for you at Raizada Mansion. ”

“Excited?” Khushi asked, a little bewildered.

“Well, Anjali bitiya’s excitement keeps everyone on their toes. ”  OP said hastily, evading Khushi’s eyes.

Khushi relaxed at his reply, not noticing his evasiveness as she hunted in her bag for her mobile to check for messages from Shyam. For a moment there, his voice held a tinge of mischief that she had become suspicious of.

At exactly half past ten, Khushi stepped into the foyer of Raizada Mansion and was greeted by Anjali Raizada’s cheerful countenance.The bright smile directed at her made Khushi blink in surprise and then smile back just as warmly. Anjali Raizada had been, until today a cool and distant client; nice and kind, nevertheless cool. Khushi had not been bothered with her coolness, after all she expected her rich clients to behave so. The rich didn’t know any other way to behave, did they?

Anjali was draped in a pale pink saree with chickankari work done on it. She had diamond drops in her ears and a huge diamond pendant on a chain around her neck. Hooking her arm into Khushi’s, she chirped,

“I am so excited and so happy to see you Khushi ji! Let us go into the garden and we can sit and discuss the plans in peace. I have already asked JP to bring your favourite beverage – lemonade. ”

Khushi looked at Anjali with a friendly smile as they sat down in wide comfortable chairs set amidst the bush of green. ” You must know some sort of witchery then, since I don’t remember ever telling you anything about my favourite drink.”

Anjali laughed, the sound like tinkling of bells. “You think I wouldn’t have found out? My brother, to my surprise is very vocal when it comes to your choices.”

A sound like a choked sqweak came out of Khushi’s mouth. “Your brother? What has he got to do with it? ”

Anjali turned an innocent face to Khushi and said, “Er- Why nothing of course. You never told me you had worked for my brother at one time.”

Khushi, getting more confused by the second strived to be professional and calm. She smiled hesitantly and said, “Well, it never came up and your brother -”

“-is right here. Hi, am I late? ” Said a voice and the next moment Arnav sat down in the chair vacant next to Khushi.

Khushi went stiff as cardboard as Arnav sat down next to her. She worried her lower lip in anxiety. What was ASR doing here? She looked at him once and acknowledged him for politeness sake, “Mr Raizada.”

Arnav gave her a mock smile and returned the stiff greeting with one of his own, “Ms. Gupta.”

Khushi looked away from him. Trying to calm herself, she picked up the glass of lemonade in front of her and took a sip. In the next second, she nearly spewed all of it out of her mouth as Arnav said, ” So kind of you to invite me to the meeting Anjali. ” I thought the plans were final, so what are we discussing exactly?”

Anjali rolled her eyes and said, “Arnav, don’t be an ass. Nothing is fixed nor final yet- not until I feel totally comfortable with the whole scene. ” Oblivious to Khushi’s rising colour, Anjali poured herself a glass of lemonade too as she continued, “In fact, all the planning that has been done and finalised, is all thanks to Khushiji. Now for the mehandi function; have you been able to get dancers for the mehandi ceremony? ”

At Arnav’s surprised look, Anjali smiled sweetly, “Since women in our family don’t believe in dancing, I thought it might be an idea to get dancers to perk everyone’s mood up.”

Arnav laughed loudly, the sound curling Khushi’s toes as a small smile unwillingly touched her own mouth. She looked at him and then hurriedly down into her lemonade, trying to calm her racing heart. While he sat close to her, her heart beat erratically, but seeing him laugh, she could swear it had stopped beating for a second.  He looked so young when he laughed, so mesmerising. Pity then, that he was so arrogant and cold most of the time- reminded a snide voice inside her head. It was best she focused on the job at hand and ignored him. Deciding that, she put the glass of lemonade down, adjusted her chair a little away from him and took out her notepad and pen. Next she composed her features into a suitable expression and cleared her throat, “Let’s get to the business on hand Anjaliji. With the changes made as per your request, there are some things that would also need attention. I have arranged for cars to take guests to the hotel, but where do you plan to get ready for the function itself? Would you like the girls from the salon come up here or to the hotel? You said all guests may require a spa day. When is that to be? ”

And so the meeting went on, with Arnav barely giving any input,  grunting his yay or nay when Anjali asked him for his suggestion.

Arnav could have left them alone and gone ahead to finish off with his work. He had enough meetings scheduled later in the day, and he was not really interested in how Anjali wanted the function. He was not one of the guys who could participate in such events with glee, like some men he knew did. He thought of Anjali’s choice of groom and grimaced a bit. It had been hard to swallow that Anjali would marry the man he considered not worthy of her. He had threatened with non-attendance, and yet she had gone ahead. The family had bowed in to her wishes. He had relented after his grandmother had called him. She was right after all. Anjali was not a child anymore, but a grown woman and quite capable to looking after herself. If she was making a mistake, it was her own. He had not told him grandmother the reality of the to-be-groom- that the guy was essentially a gold-digger. Instead, he had found a way around it. He had used manipulation and in the end, got both of them to sign a pre-nuptial agreement.

He heard Khushi talking about the flower arrangements and sighed. Truthfully speaking, his modus operandi would have been to give a cheque and leave the management of the function to the organiser-had it been any other organiser. He hadn’t missed her reaction; how she’d gone stiff when he took the seat next to her, how she had moved her chair away from him, how she had not once looked at him  since she had started talking business. A part of him was outraged at her behaviour, yet a part of him of was amused. Something close to tenderness touched his half closed, contemplative eyes. She was so cute, when she was not sexy. His body thrummed at the sight of her and thoughts of touching her intimately were always around when she was close to him. During these last months, he had started wondering if he was getting too old to play the field.  He of course, still lived a full social life, but overtures from women had started getting on his nerves. At one point, he had started wondering if he was bored of sex and games. From the day he had arrived and met Khushi though, it felt as if his libido had returned back with full force. He mused what was it about her that made her so attractive to him, when he could have his fill of attractive women all the time.

He looked at her again. She was wearing what would be deemed decent in any casual surrounding- a tunic and leggings. His eyes widened slightly looking at her feet in glass studded blue juttis. They were the peep toe sorts. Her toes were varnished with pale pink and kept curling, her feet kept twisting and turning as if ants were walking over her legs. A small satisfied smile curved his mouth as he saw that telling movement. So she wasn’t as calm and composed as she looked. But didn’t he know that from the past?

He remembered the evening that had left an unforgettable impression of her in his mind and on his body. If he closed his mind to his present surroundings, he could very easily visualise it, as if it had happened just seconds ago.

He had, with terrific effort controlled his desire to see her for weeks, but on that evening, he had simply run out of control. It had been a perfect excuse. He had called her into his office to discuss a presentation. When she hadn’t shown up quickly, he had gone down and found her muttering to herself.

” -Stay calm. Deep breaths. He is not going to strangle you even if you might have made a mistake. ” and she breathed in deep and closed her eyes.

“He just might . If you don’t stop talking to yourself and get yourself moving.” He remembered saying, highly amused by pep talk she was giving herself.

She had been startled and flustered for the first few seconds, but then looked at him haughtily and simply reiterated by saying that she was on her way to his cabin, with her ever present notepad and pen. He had looked her over, and felt the quickening of his senses. To hide it, he had simply grunted and lead the way to his office. It had become difficult to keep his head away from her thoughts, but he supposed he had done a good job. Every time he looked at her though, he could feel the need to take her in his arms and kiss her senseless. He wanted to kiss every inch of her tempting body until she forgot all about composure in his presence. Fate had presented him with the opportunity only a few short minutes later.

There were a lot of points they disagreed on. He liked the fact that she could make an intelligent argument and stay focused on the point, but he didn’t agree with her. Sometime he disagreed a minor point simply to rile her up. He loved to see her eyes glint with fire when she was angry. Until finally –

Khushi kept making changes as per his instructions with a mild “Okay, so I have now changed it as per your suggestion Mr Raizada, but I still think you should think it over.”  They were an hour into the whole discussion. This time she argued with him again on a minor point and he disagreed with her suggestion again, when Khushi  suddenly exploded, “Fine. As you say ASR. I shall make all the changes you want. Why should I waste my time arguing when I see you won’t listen! I am already quite late, and have better things to do than sit here arguing with you. If you think your way is the right way, go ahead and make a fool of yourself. What do I care!  “

He had been surprised by her sudden temper, but his own temper had come forward at her ill chosen words. He had grasped her arm when she had picked up her things and had almost reached the door, and growled, “No one talks to me like that Ms Khushi Gupta, least of all you! “

She had given an unladylike growl herself, as she’d tried to free herself from his grasp, unsuccessfully. The files fell on the floor along with her purse. He had tightened his hold and she had snapped, “Get your hands off me! I wonder how this company reached its peak with you behaving as if no one’s opinion counts but yours. “

Arnav had been incensed at her tone, “What the–how dare you question my judgement! You know nothing!”

Khushi had been too angry to care about the consequences. She had snarled back, “I  may know nothing, but I do know more than you do in this case. If I had any sense, I’d quit and leave you to fall on your face.”

“If you think you’re so smart, open up your own company and we’ll see how that goes. In the meanwhile-“

Khushi had made a sound of frustration at her inability to free herself from his grasp, cut Arnav off with a grumpy, ” I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Let me go you–ASR !”

Instead Arnav’s hand had circled her waist while the other had caught the back of her head, and brought her close to him. They were both breathing heavily, emotions running high. She looked up into his eyes and he had seen her fighting the same desire he felt. With a groan, he caught her closer, “You know why we fight, don’t you? “

As she trembled in his arms, and whispered a breathless, “I don’t want to know anything. Just–please-” he had simply swooped down and muttered against her lips  “-please what?” He took a quick sip from her lips. Her lips followed the movement of his lips. He brushed his lips again against hers, looked into her eyes, and a tortured confession broke from him, “You drive me crazy; so many sleepless nights- all because of you Khushi Gupta. “

Khushi had met his look, her brown eyes reflecting the same deep fire of desire that he burned from, her lips quivering under his, and simply closed her eyes moaning out his name. That was when he had lost control. He had picked her up, still kissing her and moved away from the door slowly, to one corner of the room. 

She had wrapped her legs around his waist as they continued kissing. He had grasped her butt in his hands and said, “This had to happen- was inevitable!” 

Khushi had moaned and he had taken that as her consent. They had moved to the long conference table then.  While he sat her down on the table, his hands unfastened the buttons of her blouse. His mouth travelled down her throat, nipping her and then on to the creamy slopes of her breasts, encased in a white lace bra. He had captured one hard peaked nipple in his mouth, making her moan out loud while his hand had travelled to tug up her skirt. 

“Arnav, what do you think of Khushi ji’s idea?”

Anjali’s voice broke into his past reminiscences. He shifted uncomfortably, closed his eyes for a second, deeply thankful that the table cloth hid his powerful arousal. In the next second, he opened his eyes and looked at his sister, his face devoid of expression. No one looking at him could imagine that he had been remembering his steamy encounter with Khushi from the past. Not even Khushi herself. In fact she avoided looking at him entirely. Knowing he had himself in control again- for the moment,  he stood up, saying ” Frankly speaking, I think I don’t need to give any input at this stage. I do believe Ms Gupta considers herself capable of handling such issues without bothering you too much about it.  I do not wish to bore myself with details at this level anyway. ”

Khushi was startled one moment at his confidence in her ability to manage his sister’s wedding plans and outraged the next. How dare he insinuate all her decisions were boring to him? She refused to look at him, gathered her pen and notepad, stuffed them in her bag and stood up too. Flicking an invisible thread from her tunic, she looked at Anjali with a polite smile and said, “In that case, all our plans are set Anjali ji. I must take your leave to immediately make the changes you’ve suggested. I shall see you at the hotel before the Mehandi function. ”

After looking flustered for a couple of seconds, Anjali composed herself, looking very much like her brother when he was about to make the kill. Giving a warm smile to Khushi, she said, “Sounds good Khushi ji.” and directed a sly look at her brother,  “Arnav, how about you drop Khushi ji off to where ever she has to go next? I am sure she will appreciate it. Plus it will give you time with each other. ”

At Khushi’s squeak of shocked protest and Arnav’s icy look, she hastily added, “In case you had any suggestions or surprises for me that you might want to talk to her about; this is the opportunity. It’s the least you can do for me, Arnav. You know how I love surprises. ”

While her mind looked at the approaching scenario of time alone with Arnav in the car with horror, Khushi’s body tingled and peaked at various places in excited anticipation.  Disgusted with her pathetic physical self, she looked at Arnav, hoping for his protest at his sister’s request, and then hastily looked away from the heat in his eyes. She opened her mouth to protest, but he beat her to it, smoothly agreeing and saying, ” Sounds good. Are you ready to leave Ms Gupta? “

A fake engagement – a real wedding Chapter 6

Chapter-6

a fake engagement- a real wedding

a fake engagement- a real wedding

By evening however, Khushi had forgotten all about Shyam and La. She was at home, dressed in her old favourite T-Shirt and jeans,  too busy arranging things over the phone, and muttering curses beneath her breath, about spoiled, rich families who couldn’t understand how any change in plans at the last minute affected organizers.

She had just received an email from Anjali Raizada. Khushi had panicked and called her up, to be told very politely but firmly of the change in her plans. She wanted her Mehandi function to take place in the Taj Mahal Hotel instead of at the Raizada Mansion. No reasons given. To top it all, she wanted Shyam to be the photographer of this entire event; none other would do.

“Truly her brother’s sister, no doubt about it with the amount of arrogance with which she gives those orders!” Khushi muttered, and then got annoyed with herself for thinking about ASR. She focused her attention to the changes that had to be made immediately.

“Khushi, the dinner has been ready for about an hour now. I’m really hungry!” Khushi turned back and looked guiltily towards her younger sister, who had been waiting patiently for more than an hour for her. Sending her an apologetic glance, she begged for five more minutes and tuned back in to the phone call.
“Hum samajhte hai aapki baat Mishra ji, par inn amir logo ke nakhre toh aap jaante he hai. Please accommodate to their needs this time around?  Aage se, I will be careful you get plenty of notice.”

Khushi was trying to coax the manager of the Taj Mahal hotel to change room bookings. Nothing but the biggest conference hall would do. After some time, a smile spread across her face. She hailed for her victory by raising a fist in the air when the manager finally acceded to her request. She put down the phone with a sigh of relief. Now to make that phone call confirming the change of venue to Anjali Raizada.

“Khushi!” Payal shouted in frustration from the dining room when Khushi was speed-dialing Anjali’s number.

” Give me two minutes darling. Bas do minute! “Khushi replied back to Payal and then gasped when she heard a hiss in her ear and a terse,
“No need to shout in my ear woman, especially when you call someone else your darling.”

Arnav Singh Raizada!

“How was I to know you’d pick up Anjali ji’s phone?” Khushi demanded heatedly and then belatedly realised how that sounded, so she added, “It is none of your business who I call darling anyway. ”

“Wanna bet?”Arnav growled softly over the phone, raising goosebumps all over Khushi’s body. Resolutely, she kept her voice calm, “I don’t like gambling of any sort Mr Raizada. Now if you don’t mind, please hand the phone over to Anjali ji ”

“Why the hurry? Wish to go back to your “darling”, do you? ”

“Would you just bugger off?” Khushi finally got exasperated.

” Make me.” He sounded amused, which made Khushi madder.

“Why should I? I can simply hang up and be done with you. ” She replied with a touch of her own arrogance.

“Do you tremble in his arms too, like you do in mine every time I touch you, every time I kiss you ?”

He delivered this question, his voice going deeper and huskier, making Khushi tremble as he asked softly, “Do you remember that evening Khushi?” and continued, ” I remember that evening Khushi. Just like I remember the morning you came to receive me at the airport. I remember how I took your mouth, how it softened under mine, how your tongue danced with mine. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it again. I remember how your breasts swelled in my hand when I cupped them, how your nipples peaked —  ”

“Shut up… stop talking like that!” Khushi gasped, her breath coming fast.

“If  it helps, you affect me the same way Khushi. Your breathing has quickened at the thought, hasn’t it?  Mine too. ” Arnav growled softly, making Khushi clench her legs together,denying the heat she felt between her legs. She wanted to deny the effect his words had on her, but she couldn’t. So she stayed quiet. After a heart beat, Arnav said softly, “Meet me for dinner tomorrow, Khushi. ”

“It would never do to show him you go weak at the knees when he talks like that, Khushi! Show some backbone!” Some part of her brain that had not turned to mush by his words yet screamed in reprimand. Her mind cleared in an instant, when she recalled the horrible embarrassment she had gone through after those few moments of insanity that evening. She hated her voice for betraying her with its huskiness, but she tried to be cool and dismissing with her words.

“Your ego is astounding Mr Raizada! Let me make something very clear -forget dinner; I don’t want to see you, or even talk to you. You’re mistaken if you think you affect me in any way.  Now, either you pass the phone to Anjali ji or I shall hang up.”

“Huh..” Was all he said, and the next second, it was Anjali on the phone saying, “Haan Khushiji, have the changes been made ?”

Khushi breathed deeply to control her anger. When she spoke next, her voice was calm, “Yes, Anjaliji all the arrangements have been made with the changes requested by you. I shall get back in touch with you tomorrow to talk about the arrangement changes needed from your sides for that day. ”

“Come to the Raizada Mansion tomorrow morning Khushi ji if it’s not too much trouble, please? I will ask OP to pick you up from your house and he would also drop you back. I promise it won’t be inconvenient. ” Anjali requested earnestly over the phone.

Khushi could hardly refuse a request made so nicely. Sighing inwardly, she agreed. At least she had to thank Devi Maiyya that Laad Governor was staying at the Taj and not at the Raizada Mansion. She could heard loud voices in the background.

“Come on Anjali bitiya. We are all waiting for you. “A shrill, melodious voice spoke in the background loud enough to make Khushi wince. She knew who it was — another intimidating Raizada; Manorama Mami ji.

“Khushi ji, I shall see you bright and early tomorrow morning at 10:30. ” Anjali declared and with a hasty bye hung up. Khushi sighed loudly and said, ” I don’t have a choice, do I? “

A fake engagement- A real wedding- Chapter 5

Chapter-5

a fake engagement- a real wedding

a fake engagement- a real wedding

“Khushi, are you listening to a word or am I talking to a zombie ?” Shyam said angrily, exasperated by her thoroughly.

They were in the national gallery of modern art at India Gate since the last two hours, where Shyam was working on his personal company’s assignment. His company had hired a model to pose alongside his exhibition photos for promotion. He had insisted on Khushi going along with him, so that they could discuss  and expand the ideas he was working on. Having decided the last night about saying no to his proposal, Khushi thought it might be a good idea to accompany him. She wanted to break it to him gently. After spending the first hour though, she decided to wait for the evening, when they’d be more relaxed while out for dinner.

Startled at his tone, Khushi looked up at him from her ipad and said coldly, “What is wrong with you Shyam? Why are you so annoyed? I was checking out venues that can use your photos post exhibition, for God’s sake! You will need to advertise your work if you wish to succeed.”

“I know I need to publicize, thank you. You don’t have to be so patronising all the time Khushi.” Shyam retorted back and moved away from her, to click some photos of the model posing in front of the painting. “I don’t know why I thought bringing you with me would help in any way.”

Astonished, Khushi looked up at him. She had never heard Shyam use such tones before. She wondered what he meant by that cryptic statement and then observed him closely. He was taking photos, but he acted strange while doing it. He was very brusque with the model, so that she was nearly in tears. She was hiding it well but her eyes glinted with it.

“For heaven’s sake, La! Have you forgotten all the rules of modelling? Don’t you even know how you must pose?” Shyam barked loudly and angrily at the model again as he clicked another picture of her.

Loath to see him in such a mood, Khushi tried to calm him. She intervened by standing next to him, put a hand on his shoulder and spoke softly in his ear, ” Okay, would you stop being nasty and tell me how she must stand and I’ll help her out? Chill out dude. You’re scaring the poor girl.”

Shyam turned angry eyes on Khushi, “Help her then, if you can. I think she’s absolutely incompetent. I don’t know how I thought I’d work with her anyhow!” He tunnelled his hands through his hair, his silver bracelet glinting. The model; La her name was, seemed to be transfixed by it, a stricken expression on her face. Perhaps she had heard what Shyam had said about her, thought Khushi.

Time to take action!” she muttered to herself and came forward, smiling at the model. “Hi La, Shyam’s very particular about his poses. I’ll help you with the poses since some of them are awkward I’m sure. Is that okay?”

La jerked her attention to Khushi from Shyam’s bracelet and nodded frantically, relief evident in her eyes.

Khushi smiled widely at her and Shyam and said, “Right then. Let’s get on with it.”

Slowly the tension in the air fizzled out and La became comfortable enough to pose effortlessly.  Khushi liked La immediately after having spoken to her for a while, when helping her pose. She was of Payal’s age, and was modelling for pocket change. Not that she liked it much, La confided in Khushi. According to her, her co-workers were all stuck up and didn’t talk much, apart from bitching about each other, talking about diets and rich boyfriends. She didn’t much like it, and were it not for the fact that she loved posing and seeing her face popping out of the billboards and magazines, she wouldn’t associate herself with the modelling world at all.

It took them a little more than an hour, but they were finally done. Khushi breathed a sigh of relief, seeing both Shyam and Laavanya- or La, as she liked to call herself, relaxed. She smiled at both of them and said, “So if it’s all done now, how about we share a cup of coffee before going separate ways?”

Nothing could have shocked her more when Shyam and La at once spoke up together, “No!” She looked at both of them. La was the first one to speak, though her cheeks were tinged with pink, and Khushi could see she was very uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry Khushi, I can’t. I must leave immediately. I have someone waiting for me.”

“You were not supposed to be free for another hour. So who’d be waiting for you when you’re working?”

Khushi scowled at Shyam as he said this. He sounded so rude! Poor La turned a bright pink, but ignored Shyam. She looked at Khushi desperately and said, “I really do have someone waiting. Don’t mind please. We can meet up some other time maybe? I’ll give you my phone number.”

“I have your phone number. I’ll give it to her. You can go to meet whoever is waiting for you.” Shyam spoke again, his voice so harsh it made Khushi flinch. La simply didn’t respond and at Khushi’s understanding nod, strode off. Shyam looked after her, his face set tight. Khushi rounded on him,

“What in the world is the matter with you Shyam? Did you have to sound so rude to La? You almost made her cry! And your tone! What business is it of yours if she has someone waiting? Anyone would think you were–” She stopped, her eyes going wide with understanding. In a whisper, she said, “You were jealous!”

“What nonsense! Stop imagining things Khushi. I am just not in the mood for this now! Let us go! ” Shyam said gruffly, but he avoided her eyes.

Khushi stood rooted to the spot, going over the entire morning in her head. He was definitely jealous! So who was La to Shyam?