I can't believe he....
Khushi turned to her side and shut her eyes once more. She could only think of the pleasure she had felt and her eyes shot open.
No Khushi, you can't think of that!
She sat up and huddled her legs together.
Remember the things he said about you, to that Vikram.
Tears threatened to escape, but Khushi controlled herself. She took in deep breaths, calming herself and her broken heart. With a sigh, Khushi got up and looked into the mirror. Arnav hadn’t nibbled on her flesh that hard, so there wouldn’t be a mark. However, it did glow a bright red shade, so Khushi would have to play it off as if it were a rash.
I have to get back to work before they question where I am.
With another deep breath, Khushi regathered herself and made her way back to the big house. She entered from the back, going straight to the kitchen. She helped the cooks get dinner ready and it wasn’t long until it was. The family started to arrive to the dining room one by one, all except Arnav.
“Where’s Chote,” Amoli asked.
“He said he wasn’t feeling well,” Anjali huffed.
“Serves him right,” Avantika said, twitching her lips.
Khushi felt relieved that she wouldn’t have to see Arnav, especially after what had happened. Unfortunately for her, this was caught by Anjali, making her curious.
Did something happen, Anjali wondered.
The sun was not Arnav’s friend this morning, and his headache had to agree.
“Rise and shine dearie!”
“Ugh! Please Di, not too loud.”
Anjali moved away the rest of the curtains and turned to him. “Too bad,” she grinned, and Arnav scowled at her.
Anjali went over to him, a glass in her hand. “Don’t ask what it is, just drink it and you’ll feel better from your hangover.”
Arnav looked at the concoction in her hand and grimaced. The fact that it was going to taste bad was inevitable, but any cure right now was fine by him. So he took the glass from her and chugged its contents, holding his breath to not catch a whiff of it. Arnav finished it entirely and handed the glass back to Anjali.
“Good boy, now don’t drink again Mr. I don’t get drunk.”
Arnav simply glared at her and reached over for his water, which sat on his bedside table.
“You should thank Khushi; she still remembered how to make this crap from back in the days.”
Arnav remembered how Khushi used always get mad at him for drinking, but would take care of his hangover situations. The only difference now was that instead of Khushi coming to him, screaming her head off, it was his sister now coming to his aid.
Why would she come? After what I did....
Arnav clearly remembered his actions from the night before and he was ashamed of himself. Although he’s had his feelings for Khushi for years now, even back in the day when he would get drunk would he never lose his control like the way he had the night before.
Aww fuck!
While Arnav regretted his brash behavior, Anjali simply watched him. Something was wrong, or at least, something had happened, and she was going to find out.
“What’s going through your mind Chote?”
Arnav looked at Anjali. Her face made it evident to him that she knew something was going on and he knew there was no point in denying it. “Di....”
Anjali arched her eyebrow and Arnav sighed.
“Chote, you know you can tell me right? It’s not like you haven’t told me things before.”
She had him there - in the past, when Arnav felt like he had no one to turn to, and couldn’t even talk to Khushi about these things, he would turn to Anjali.
Especially because it concerned his feelings for Khushi.
“Well?”
“I fucked up Di... I shouldn’t have done it.”
“What?”
Arnav told her of what had happened the night before and Anjali was shocked.
“You actually did that?”
Arnav nodded. “It was the alcohol, I swear, you know I’d never do anything like that-“
“And this is yet another reason why you shouldn’t drink! The poor girl, who knows what’s going through her head. Are you going to talk to her?”
“I have to apologize to her... or just pretend like I don’t remember it happening.”
“Chote!”
“What?”
Anjali scowled at him and Arnav shook his head, clearing his mind.
“Just... leave it to me Di, I’ll worry about it, ‘kay?”
“You better,” and she left the room.
Arnav sighed and laid back down, shutting his eyes for a moment.
Fuck!!!
He knew he was wrong for doing so, but Arnav felt embarrassed by his own actions and couldn’t get himself to say anything to Khushi. So instead, he pretended like he didn’t remember. Khushi at first was confused by his casual behavior and then remembered all of the beer he had chugged. She actually felt grateful that he didn’t remember, avoiding an awkwardness she just didn’t want to deal with.
She sat up and huddled her legs together.
Remember the things he said about you, to that Vikram.
"Khushi? She's just a poor girl! Forget that servant! She's no one important to me."
Tears threatened to escape, but Khushi controlled herself. She took in deep breaths, calming herself and her broken heart. With a sigh, Khushi got up and looked into the mirror. Arnav hadn’t nibbled on her flesh that hard, so there wouldn’t be a mark. However, it did glow a bright red shade, so Khushi would have to play it off as if it were a rash.
I have to get back to work before they question where I am.
With another deep breath, Khushi regathered herself and made her way back to the big house. She entered from the back, going straight to the kitchen. She helped the cooks get dinner ready and it wasn’t long until it was. The family started to arrive to the dining room one by one, all except Arnav.
“Where’s Chote,” Amoli asked.
“He said he wasn’t feeling well,” Anjali huffed.
“Serves him right,” Avantika said, twitching her lips.
Khushi felt relieved that she wouldn’t have to see Arnav, especially after what had happened. Unfortunately for her, this was caught by Anjali, making her curious.
Did something happen, Anjali wondered.
*~*
The sun was not Arnav’s friend this morning, and his headache had to agree.
“Rise and shine dearie!”
“Ugh! Please Di, not too loud.”
Anjali moved away the rest of the curtains and turned to him. “Too bad,” she grinned, and Arnav scowled at her.
Anjali went over to him, a glass in her hand. “Don’t ask what it is, just drink it and you’ll feel better from your hangover.”
Arnav looked at the concoction in her hand and grimaced. The fact that it was going to taste bad was inevitable, but any cure right now was fine by him. So he took the glass from her and chugged its contents, holding his breath to not catch a whiff of it. Arnav finished it entirely and handed the glass back to Anjali.
“Good boy, now don’t drink again Mr. I don’t get drunk.”
Arnav simply glared at her and reached over for his water, which sat on his bedside table.
“You should thank Khushi; she still remembered how to make this crap from back in the days.”
Arnav remembered how Khushi used always get mad at him for drinking, but would take care of his hangover situations. The only difference now was that instead of Khushi coming to him, screaming her head off, it was his sister now coming to his aid.
Why would she come? After what I did....
Arnav clearly remembered his actions from the night before and he was ashamed of himself. Although he’s had his feelings for Khushi for years now, even back in the day when he would get drunk would he never lose his control like the way he had the night before.
Aww fuck!
While Arnav regretted his brash behavior, Anjali simply watched him. Something was wrong, or at least, something had happened, and she was going to find out.
“What’s going through your mind Chote?”
Arnav looked at Anjali. Her face made it evident to him that she knew something was going on and he knew there was no point in denying it. “Di....”
Anjali arched her eyebrow and Arnav sighed.
“Chote, you know you can tell me right? It’s not like you haven’t told me things before.”
She had him there - in the past, when Arnav felt like he had no one to turn to, and couldn’t even talk to Khushi about these things, he would turn to Anjali.
Especially because it concerned his feelings for Khushi.
“Well?”
“I fucked up Di... I shouldn’t have done it.”
“What?”
Arnav told her of what had happened the night before and Anjali was shocked.
“You actually did that?”
Arnav nodded. “It was the alcohol, I swear, you know I’d never do anything like that-“
“And this is yet another reason why you shouldn’t drink! The poor girl, who knows what’s going through her head. Are you going to talk to her?”
“I have to apologize to her... or just pretend like I don’t remember it happening.”
“Chote!”
“What?”
Anjali scowled at him and Arnav shook his head, clearing his mind.
“Just... leave it to me Di, I’ll worry about it, ‘kay?”
“You better,” and she left the room.
Arnav sighed and laid back down, shutting his eyes for a moment.
Fuck!!!
*~*
He knew he was wrong for doing so, but Arnav felt embarrassed by his own actions and couldn’t get himself to say anything to Khushi. So instead, he pretended like he didn’t remember. Khushi at first was confused by his casual behavior and then remembered all of the beer he had chugged. She actually felt grateful that he didn’t remember, avoiding an awkwardness she just didn’t want to deal with.
The two continued on with their daily doings. Khushi focused on her work at the house, feeling ever so grateful when it was decided that Arnav would start working at the office. Like Vijay, Arnav spent most of his days at work, relieving Khushi of any distractions from him. In fact, the weeks swept by without a problem.
But it was the weekends that Khushi dreaded.
Every now and then, Khushi would catch Arnav looking at her. He would immediately flinch away and Khushi wondered if he had remembered what had happened between them. But the actuality was that Arnav still felt ashamed of what he had done and wanted to apologize, but couldn’t gather the courage. Luckily for the two, they would get distracted by Avantika.
"I mean seriously Khushi, like its so unfair! Mom said I could have a puppy and now she does a 180 and says no? Like what?"
Avantika complained away and Khushi simply listened to her complaints, a small smirk on her face; she knew from the start that it wasn't going to happen.
"Like I can take care of a dog, I take care of Bruce."
Khushi arched her eyebrow and Avantika rolled her eyes.
"Okay, fine, maybe I don't, but I was scared of him for like half of my life!"
Khushi grinned, rolling her eyes.
"Hey-!"
"Hey guys!"
Both Khushi and Avantika looked up to see Virat.
"Oh hi Virat," Avantika grinned, and Khushi knew she was a goner.
"What's up chatterbox?"
Avantika scowled and Virat laughed, Khushi unable to help her smile.
"Hey Khushi, have you seen Arnav?"
The smile on Khushi's face went away. She pursed her lips and pointed at the stairs, gesturing that he was upstairs.
"Cool; he's not working in the study again, is he," Virat frowned.
Last week when Virat had visited, Arnav had been busy working in the study, the two not even getting a proper chance to chill.
Khushi shrugged, honestly not knowing.
"No clue," Avantika frowned.
“I’ll go check," he grinned, and headed upstairs.
The two watched him head up and disappear, Avantika letting out a heavy sigh when he was out of sight.
"His smile... fuck Khushi, he's just so fucking gorgeous!"
Khushi's eyes widened in amusement.
"And those arms like fuuuccckkk!!! If I were a monkey, I'd hang off of those arms any day, any time."
Khushi was absolutely entertained. What in the world?!
"I-"
Arnav and Virat reappeared, Avantika shutting her mouth immediately. Khushi looked away as the boys came over and joined them.
"We're heading out to a party, wanna come Khushi," Virat asked.
Before Khushi could even object, Avantika chimed in. “Heck yeah!”
“He asked Khushi, not you,” Arnav scowled.
Avantika placed her hands at her hips. “First of all, I’m not a child and can go to a party.”
“So?”
“So I’m inviting myself.”
Virat chuckled. “You know, she has a point bro; she’s not underage anymore.”
“Exactly,” Avantika smirked.
“I don’t want my sister at some party surrounded by drunk dudes,” Arnav scowled.
“Oh, but it’s okay to take Khushi to party full of drunk dudes,” Avantika asked, arching her brow.
“No-“
“Exactly.”
Arnav let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, would you like to join us?”
“Thought you’d never ask!”
Virat couldn’t help his chuckle. He turned to Khushi. “So what do you say Khushi, wanna go?”
Khushi looked up at them and before she could object, Avantika wrapped her arm around her neck. “Of course she will.”
Khushi scowled at her and Avantika rolled her eyes.
“Oh come on Khushi, you haven’t been to a party since Bhai left.”
Arnav glanced at Khushi and Khushi glanced at him.
“Come on, let’s go! We’ll keep each other company.”
Khushi tried to object again but Virat spoke up.
“Come on Khushi, we haven’t even had the chance to hang out in some time, although, that’s mostly my fault. But if you don’t join us today, I’ll assume you haven’t forgiven me.”
Khushi’s eyes slightly widened and she shook her head, gesturing that she wasn’t mad at him.
“Then you’ll go?”
Khushi wanted to object but she didn’t want for Virat to think she was mad at him for any reason, so she agreed, nodding her head.
“Great! Why don’t you guys go get ready and please ladies, I beg you both, please don’t take too much time.”
“There’s nothing wrong in being fashionably late,” Avantika said, rolling her eyes.
“Fast,” Arnav scowled, and Avantika ran off, intimated by his fierce eyes.
Khushi watched as Avantika ran upstairs and looked down at the floor. Arnav looked at her, noting that she felt slightly awkward.
“Go get ready Khushi, we’ll leave in 15 to 20 minutes.”
Khushi looked up at him. Ever since the incident, so to say, Arnav hadn’t really exchanged many words with her. So for him to say these few words to her , were somewhat surprising.
Khushi nodded and left, heading back to her cottage to get ready. When Khushi was out of sight and earshot, Virat turned to Arnav.
“You still haven’t spoken to her, have you?”
Although the two didn’t have much time to chill, Arnav had told Virat of his regretful actions.
“No,” Arnav simply replied.
“Dude I don’t get you at all,” Virat said, shaking his head. “You’ve been in love with her since fucking forever. So why don’t you just tell her? She’s your best friend after all.”
Arnav’s eyes remained in the direction that Khushi had gone. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Virat arched his eyebrows. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
Arnav looked down at the ground with small, sad smile. “Because she’s angry with me.”
“Angry for what? For what you did drunkenly did?”
Arnav shook his head. “No, not for that.”
“Then?”
“I don’t know... but I will find out.”
“He asked Khushi, not you,” Arnav scowled.
Avantika placed her hands at her hips. “First of all, I’m not a child and can go to a party.”
“So?”
“So I’m inviting myself.”
Virat chuckled. “You know, she has a point bro; she’s not underage anymore.”
“Exactly,” Avantika smirked.
“I don’t want my sister at some party surrounded by drunk dudes,” Arnav scowled.
“Oh, but it’s okay to take Khushi to party full of drunk dudes,” Avantika asked, arching her brow.
“No-“
“Exactly.”
Arnav let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, would you like to join us?”
“Thought you’d never ask!”
Virat couldn’t help his chuckle. He turned to Khushi. “So what do you say Khushi, wanna go?”
Khushi looked up at them and before she could object, Avantika wrapped her arm around her neck. “Of course she will.”
Khushi scowled at her and Avantika rolled her eyes.
“Oh come on Khushi, you haven’t been to a party since Bhai left.”
Arnav glanced at Khushi and Khushi glanced at him.
“Come on, let’s go! We’ll keep each other company.”
Khushi tried to object again but Virat spoke up.
“Come on Khushi, we haven’t even had the chance to hang out in some time, although, that’s mostly my fault. But if you don’t join us today, I’ll assume you haven’t forgiven me.”
Khushi’s eyes slightly widened and she shook her head, gesturing that she wasn’t mad at him.
“Then you’ll go?”
Khushi wanted to object but she didn’t want for Virat to think she was mad at him for any reason, so she agreed, nodding her head.
“Great! Why don’t you guys go get ready and please ladies, I beg you both, please don’t take too much time.”
“There’s nothing wrong in being fashionably late,” Avantika said, rolling her eyes.
“Fast,” Arnav scowled, and Avantika ran off, intimated by his fierce eyes.
Khushi watched as Avantika ran upstairs and looked down at the floor. Arnav looked at her, noting that she felt slightly awkward.
“Go get ready Khushi, we’ll leave in 15 to 20 minutes.”
Khushi looked up at him. Ever since the incident, so to say, Arnav hadn’t really exchanged many words with her. So for him to say these few words to her , were somewhat surprising.
Khushi nodded and left, heading back to her cottage to get ready. When Khushi was out of sight and earshot, Virat turned to Arnav.
“You still haven’t spoken to her, have you?”
Although the two didn’t have much time to chill, Arnav had told Virat of his regretful actions.
“No,” Arnav simply replied.
“Dude I don’t get you at all,” Virat said, shaking his head. “You’ve been in love with her since fucking forever. So why don’t you just tell her? She’s your best friend after all.”
Arnav’s eyes remained in the direction that Khushi had gone. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Virat arched his eyebrows. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
Arnav looked down at the ground with small, sad smile. “Because she’s angry with me.”
“Angry for what? For what you did drunkenly did?”
Arnav shook his head. “No, not for that.”
“Then?”
“I don’t know... but I will find out.”
Wow..update after so long....
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