“Got you”, Arnav whispered.
“Like always”, Khushi murmured.
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| Khushi's outfit |
In a split second, her complete universe went blackout. It was just them.. Khushi and Arnav.. Arnav and Khushi..She felt floating into her little dreamworld like paradise. Being into the arms of the man you love was the most beautiful feeling ever. Yes.. She was so much in love with her Arnav.. He was bossy,... for him relationship was actually relationshit,... He gave a damn about feelings,... And he could repeat it again and again - Khushi I care for you.. You are the best that ever happen to AR Designs.. I like to be with you... Spending a day with you is just perfect.. As well as those beautiful nights in each others' arms.. But I cannot love anyone! Despite all of the flaws, she was unable to stop falling again and again...Her heart craved for his love but she’d been consoling her emotions knowing that he was still by her side... All his life, Arnav Singh Raizada had been running away from love and relationship... will he run away now? Or will he hate her forever?.. He’ll never accept her pregnancy, that was a certainty.
Khushi’s trance broke when his fingers brushed her cheeks. Fixing into her eyes with concern, Arnav wiped away her tears. Khushi turned her gaze towards the numerous flashes and immediately held onto Arnav’s shoulders and stood straight. “Relax”, Arnav whispered,his hands still resting onto her bare back. Embarrassed, Khushi gulped a breath as she scanned the lawn area. “It’s ok, don’t worry.. After these photos, at least no one’s gonna pester for any confirmation about us”, Arnav reassured smirking, oblivious of his nani gazing at him furiously.
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| Arnav's Outfit |
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“Shameless”, Nani murmured to herself observing Khushi posing by the side of her grandson. She finally faked a smile when a young man walked towards her.
“Namaste Naniji”, the man in a black suit greeted.
“Arre.. Indian! Namaste beta.. I'm sorry meine apko pehchana nahin”, Nani looked at him curiously but obviously content to see someone from her country.
“Shyam...Shyam Manohar Jha!”, he replied.. “Abhi abhi London mein shift hua... aur jab mujhe pata chala ke raizada mansion mein party hein.. I had to get myself invited somehow.. I thought I might meet some Indians here. I hope you don't mind”, his eyes beaming with evilness.
Nani smiled and pat his shoulders. “Bhilkul thik kiya beta!”, she said.
Shyam shifted his gaze towards the stairs and smiled. “Such an awesome couple... made for each other.. Mr. Raizada and Miss Gupta!”,he declared in a casual tone while Nani fumed in anger.
“What nonsense”, Nani glared at him frantically. “Khushi is just an employee in AR Designs.. they are not a couple”.
“Oh come on Naniji.. I know it's not official.. but according to the press, they are together”, Shyam chuckled innocently as he added more fuel to the rage.
“Shyam beta.. you should not believe all the rubbishes in the news”, Nani said and fixed at Khushi. “Jab hamara bitwa ke zindagi mein koi hogi.. to wo usse shaadi karega.. ya phir roka!.. a girl worthy of our family should not expose herself so shamelessly at the arms of any man.”, she added and looked back at Shyam.
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“Mr Raizada.. Can you tell us something about your upcoming collection?”, a reporter asked.
“Well.. I don't think there's anything to say.. AR Designs always brings the best! But I'm not telling you something you don't know!”,Arnav Singh Raizada replied with arrogance while he had his usual proud and sexy smirk plastered on his jawline.
“One last question sir.. Are you officially dating Miss Gupta?”,another reporter dared to ask.
Flustered, Khushi stayed idled while Arnav stood straight and chuckled. “Well you are the reporters.. it's your job to find out.. Anyways... I wish you all a happy new year and enjoy the party.... Excuse us please!”He finally dug his way through the mass of reporters with Khushi by his side.. They met the several guests.. their clients as well as their rivals.
Khushi was least interested but it was impossible to run away after what just happened earlier. She cleared her throat and leaned to Arnav's ears as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “I'll just come”, she whispered. Arnav acknowledged with a nod and she walked away. As she went towards the bar area, her eyes suddenly fell on Shyam Manohar Jha. “Mr. Jha? What the hell is he doing here? And why is he talking with Arnav's Nani?”, she thought and stepped towards them. “Hello Naniji”, she smiled to Nani and threw a disgusted look to Shyam who was openly gawking at her figure.
“Miss Khushi, I'm not your nani.. please call me Mme or Mrs Mallik!”, Nani ordered in her arrogant tone.
Khushi lowered her eyes sadly.. “Sorry Mme!”
His inner demon jumping happily, Shyam faked his concern for Khushi. “Naniji... it's a sign of respect when we call you Nani!”, he smiled. “Right Miss Khushi!”,he added.
Khushi lifted her gaze and glared at him angrily. “What the hell are you doing here Mr Jha?”, she finally lashed out shocking Nani.“You were not invited”.
“How dare you?”, Nani asked furiously.
Khushi looked back at her... “Mme.. this is shyam manohar jha..one of our rivals.. and he was certainly not in our guest list”,she tried to remain calm while talking to Nani but she knew if Arnav found this bastard here, he might lose his temper as well.
“And who are you to decide who is invited in my house?”, Nani taunted.
“But mme.. I was just..”, Khushi strived to inform her against Shyam 's aims to ruin Arnav but in vain.
Nani gave her no chance to talk and ordered. “Please leave.. he is my guest!”
“I'm sorry”, Khushi uttered and moved away. Her tears threatening to fall, she reached the bar. “One cosmo please”, she sighed to the barman and sat at the counter. Her elbows on the bar, she threw her head into her palms, muttering under her breath.."god.. what am I gonna do?" She wiped away her tears discreetly and straightened herself on the stool. "Thanks", she managed to force a fake smile when the barman placed the drink on the bar. Bringing the cosmo to her lips, she was about to take a sip when suddenly her glass was wrenched out of her hands. She turned her gaze and stared at Lavanya's upset face. "What's wrong with you La?", she scolded vigorously.
Her mouth formed an O shape, Lavanya gasped. "What's wrong with me??? what's wrong with you K??", she shook her head in exasperation before taking a sip from the pinkish liquid.
Khushi's eyes popped out. "Hey that's my drink.. give it back", she bawled out irritatingly.
Lavanya smiled.. "Well my sweetheart, I'm afraid that you won't be allowed to have this for the next nine months", she said sarcastically and raised her glass. "So cheers", she added and had another sip.
"La, I'm thirsty.. aur ek drink se kya hota", Khushi pouted.
Lavanya observed her best friend and grinned. "Ok!", she exclaimed.. "Maybe you are right! ek drink se kya hota.. I'll order another one for you", she pat Khushi's shoulders comfortingly and looked towards the barman. "Bartender.. one orange juice for my bestie, please".
Her jaw dropped, Khushi shook her head in denial.. "I can't believe this", she signed.
"Khushi I love you.. so please stop being a bitch", Lavanya said straightly without blinking. "Else I'll have to go to Bhai and break the news to him, which I really don't think is a good idea.. At least he should find out from you only, that he's becoming a father soon", she explained as she turned her gaze towards her big brother. Khushi lowered her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. Lavanya looked back at her and instantly jumped at her neck, giving her a tight side hug. "Baby.... it's ok.. please don't cry... I know you are scared but I'm with you.. I'll always be no matter what! Come on babe I'm supposed to be the irresponsible one here... Look at me K!". Khushi raised her gaze, her eyelids wet and her makeup spoilt. "Just nod yes or no", Lavanya said observing closely her bestie.."Do you like kids??".. Khushi pouted and nodded a yes innocently. "Do you love bhai?" Khushi acknowledged once again. Lavanya smiled and hugged her.. "that's it, everything is fine then.. Khushi.. it's ok.. stop worrying about bhai.. he loves you more than anything in the world.. ok he won't express it but it's a fact babe.. you're not one girl out of 365 days.. you're the only one! And I know my brother! Just tell him you want to keep the baby and he'll move the world for you and his kid".
Khushi choked as she refrained her cries. "What if he cannot accept that I'm pregnant! family, relationship.. marriage.. he hates it all", she wiped away her tears and stared at Lavanya, totally freaked out of the situation. "Aur Naniji! She already hates me so much.. I don't know why!", she added.
Lavanya cupped her cheeks.. and smiled. "Then I'll leave everyone and stay with you.. I'll take care of you and we'll raise the baby together like a couple.. I'm ready to turn lesbian for you.. what say!", she winked in amusement. Khushi looked away annoyingly, not interested into jokes.. Lavanya chuckled. "Ok ok.. sorry! Don't worry about nani.. she's just old school.. but she'll end up liking you as soon as bhai agrees to get married.. and bhai.. stop worrying about him? I think you love him too much!". Her gaze suddenly slipped towards Aman and her mischievous self took over. "Waise.. you ever had sex on bhai's office table", she asked casually.
"What?",Khushi shouted in shock.
"Well I just did.. and it was best sex ever", Lavanya replied without paying attention to Khushi. When she finally stopped gawking at Aman, she cleared her throat.. " euuuhh joking.. now go go go.. If bhai sees your state, god knows what's gonna happen.. go freshen up.. and tomorrow first thing I'm taking you to my gynecologist friend", she said while pushing Khushi off the stool.
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| Lavanya's Outfit |
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“my friends call me NK”, he said, flirting.
“NK, Yeh kaisa naam hai? “, anjali asked innocently, holding on to Aman's arms.
“NK. Sweet and simple! Short form of Nandkishore”, he declared.. His cute dimples adorning his face.
Anjali broke into a laugh.. “so funny”, she uttered.
NK smiled while contemplating anjali’s beautiful eyes and her joyous laughter. “trop belle”, he exclaimed in french.
Aman rolled his eyes. "So boring", he thought, faking a smile and checked his watch. Suddenly his eyes popped out. He turned around though he already guessed who was crazy enough to smack his ass in public.
Lavanya bored into his eyes, a seductive smile playing on her lips. She winked at him mischievously and grabbed her sister's waist from behind. "Di!", she said out happily, resting her chin on anjali ' s shoulders.
Anjali pat Lavanya's cheeks. "My bacha", she exclaimed. "NK ji, meet the princess of raizada family, meri choti behen, Lavanya".
NK smiled. "Hey".
"And this is NK ji from Paris, Mr Raichand's son.. he'll be joining AR Designs as an intern soon", Anjali explained.
Lavanya raised her eyebrows and gazed at NK curiously. "Kyun.. Mr Raichand isn't bhai's most important client?. He has such big business himself.. why work with a AR Designs?... unless your dad don't want you on his business", she said openly.
Anjali shocked, she tapped Lavanya with her elbows. "La", she whispered.. She looked back towards NK. "I'm sorry.. my sister has such a bad sense of humor sometimes", she apologised embarrassingly.
Anjali shocked, she tapped Lavanya with her elbows. "La", she whispered.. She looked back towards NK. "I'm sorry.. my sister has such a bad sense of humor sometimes", she apologised embarrassingly.
NK laughed out, " not at all anjali ji.. In fact she's right.. dad and I, we are best apart and why AR Designs? I figured out and it's where all the beautiful girls". He shifted his gaze to Aman, "right aman".
Aman gulped a breath as he looked at Lavanya's devilish expression and suddenly his phone rang. "Saved by the ring", he thought. "Excuse me", he said and moved away.
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“hey what’s up?, payal shouted excitedly in the phone. She muted the TV and pulled a blanket on her legs.
"Thanks for calling.. you are a savior!", aman exclaimed, relieved to step away from Lavanya.
"How's the party? I'm missing it so much.. tell me the latest gossips yaar!" Payal asked excitedly.
“please payal.. Don’t bother me with gossips.. waise bhi mein bahut tension mein hai”, aman greeted the guests nodding his head as he walked through a bunch of people towards the terrace.
“arre...asr ka frustration mujh pe mat nikal lo”, payal warned. “don’t be crual with ill people”, she pouted cutely and blew her nose in one of the scattered tissues around her.
Aman stood against the terrace balustrade, gazing at the new guests going through security control at the main gate. He sighed..” you know what, I wish I got your flu and stayed home the whole day.. I guess ASR can live without me at least for one day”.
"And I wish I was having a blasting new year's eve with you guys.. and guess what? Lavanya ji personally invited me for the party. K was right.. She's not just an arrogant party girl who sleeps around.. She got a big heart and she's a great friend!", payal said, smiling.
"Payal I got to go.. I'll call you later", aman announced and disconnected the call. He closed his eyes and thought about Lavanya. When he agreed to accompany her to AR Designs to grab a dress for the party never did he imagined that he'd ended up into a wild sex making in ASR's office. He shook his head, "everything's gonna change now.. It won't take long for Miss Lavanya to find out that I fell in love with her the minute I saw her", he muttered and grabbed a drink from the passing waiters.
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Splashing water on her face, khushi winced in pain as her swollen eyes burned. What she expected, and what it turned out.. "special new year with ASR... My foot..", she thought and grabbed a towel to wipe her face. "It's almost 12... i'm missing from the party for so long and i bet no one noticed my absence, not even him", she stared in horror at her reflection in the mirror. Walking out of Lavanya's bathroom, khushi approached the room's balcony. She spotted lavanya taking a few shots.. Anjali hugging her dadi.. Couples snuggling into each other.. Singles flirting.. As the count down began, they all happily shouted out.. 10... 9... 8... Khushi stuck out her neck in a hope to have a glimpse of her love. 7... 6.... 5.... She looked on sadly, desperately.. But in vain. Arnav was nowhere to be seen.. 4... 3... Khushi closed her eyes, gasping. 2... 1...As the crowd shouted out HAPPY NEW YEAR, khushi was suddenly pulled back. She crashed into arnav's hard chest.. Their eyes met as he said softly.. "happy new year khushi kumari gupta".
"you remembered!", khushi said absentmindedly, a smile adorning her face.
"You had any doubt", arnav smirked. He caressed her cheeks as he fixed into her eyes.. " i promised you i'll be with you at 12.. So here i am! "
Khushi observed him, tears welling in her eyes. "I love you arnav.. I love you so much", she finally choked out her words. Arnav cupped her face while his gaze reached down khushi's sensuous lips. He smiled and reached nearer till their lips collapsed... Slowly khushi parted her lips allowing arnav to plunge his tongue more into her.. Arnav's hands slid down khushi's figure and rested on her bare back. Her body quivered with desires and her arms snaked around his neck. Pinning khushi to a wall, Arnav kissed her chin, her neck, her cleavage... And suddenly he pulled back.
Khushi stared at him curiously.. "what happen?", she asked.
"you heard this noise?", arnav said as he turned towards the door. " there's someone outside".
Precap:
"Lavanya!", anjali called out, peeking into the bathroom. She stepped back and looked at the alarm clock next to the enormous bed of lavanya. "It's only 7. 30, where could she go so early?", she muttered to herself. " this room is such a mess", she shook her head and began picking up the scattered clothes when suddenly her eyes popped out in shock. "What the... Preg... Pregnancy test..?"
