Chapter Twenty Three

Just as Khushi had predicted, she would be sleeping over in Avantika's room that night. Avantika had made that news very clear as soon as they had entered Raizada mansion, asking for Bhromor to get them some snacks and to join them. Bhromor was happy to make the snacks but denied the sleepover, as she had to get up early in the morning for a doctors appointment. For some reason, Khushi found it a little strange but decided to not think too much on it.

Later that night, Khushi and Avantika were in their pajamas, chilling in bed. Or rather, while Khushi was chilling, Avantika was rambling away about Sana, walking back and forth every now and then.

"I mean honestly who the hell does she think she is to criticize my outfit, like have you seen yourself? I've never seen anyone more desperate in my life-!"

"Are you going to sleep at all or what?"

Both Khushi and Avantika looked to the door to see Arnav, leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

"Shut up Bhai, we all know why you're here," Avantika frowned, rolling her eyes.

Arnav rolled his eyes in return while Khushi blushed.

"Come on in and kiss your girl goodnight."

Khushi's eyes immediately snapped up to Avantika, but Avantika was completely unbothered, inspecting her nails instead. Arnav shook his head and came into the room. He went right over to Khushi but instead of kissing her, he laid down in her lap.

"Uh, what are you doing," Avantika asked, which was exactly what Khushi was thinking.

"Chilling," Arnav responded with a grin.

"Ha. Now will you just kiss your girl and get out? We have important matters to talk about."

"More like you ramble away like the chatterbox you are and keep my Khushi up all night."

"Do not-! Oh? Your Khushi, hmm?"

While Avantika grinned like the Cheshire Cat, Arnav was completely unaffected. As for Khushi, her heart was thudding in her ears as she gazed away at Arnav in shock.

"A little too soon to call her yours, don't you think?"

"I've known her basically my whole life - I don't think so."

Avantika rolled her eyes, muttering below her breath but Arnav ignored her and looked up at Khushi. Khushi was still very much stunned, staring at him in shock. Arnav was absolutely humored by the look on her face, so he thought he'd take advantage of the moment. Reaching up, he caressed her cheek and pulled her down to him and before Khushi could even process it, Arnav was kissing her.

"Oh-! Eww," Avantika shrilled. "I do not wanna see my brother making out with my girl! For the love of," and she covered her face, turning away.

Khushi slightly pulled back and looked down at Arnav. In his eyes she could see happiness, and it made her happy, bringing a smile to her face. She nuzzled her nose against his, letting out a contempt sigh.

"Ugh Khushi, don't egg him on, tell him to go!"

"Shut up chatterbox," he said, frowning at her.

"Get out!"

Arnav rolled his eyes and Khushi couldn't help her smile, entertained by the two. But she knew how important this sleepover was for Avantika, so she looked down at Arnav with a small frown, telling him that he needed to go.

"Why? She can say whatever she needs to say in front of me."

"No I can't, you're my brother - leave!"

Khushi pursed her lips, her expression saying she has a point.

"Oh come on! What is it you can say in front of Khushi but not me?"

"It's not the matter of you or Khushi; it's the matter of if you have a vagina or not, and in this case, Khushi does, so leave."

Arnav scowled at his sister's choice of words, but Avantika didn't care and pointed at her door. "Out."

Muttering some words below his breath, Arnav rolled his eyes and got up. The two grilled each other down as Arnav left the room, Arnav giving one last wink to Khushi before leaving. Once Arnav was gone, Avantika rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, what do you even see in him," Avantika scowled.

Khushi frowned at her and Avantika simply rolled her eyes and continued with her ramble.

"...honestly, who the hell does she think she is?!"

"A Kapoor."

This time it was Anjali at the door, wrapped up in a silk robe.

"Wow Di, I thought you'd be too busy for us tonight," Avantika teased.

"Well we are only human," she said, going over to Khushi to sit down beside her. "I thought I'd give us a moment to rest."

"Ugh, ew! First Bhai, then you - this family is gross!"

Anjali rolled her eyes. "Says the one who wants to suck Virat's lips off, hmm?"

"Di!!!"

Khushi pursed her lips, trying really hard not to laugh, while Anjali simply winked at her.

"I hate my luck," Avantika frowned, crossing her arms.

Anjali chuckled. "Anyways, don't let Sana get to you like this. She's just doing what a Kapoor does best, and that's to be bitter."

"I swear, all that plastic must be getting to her brain."

"Possibly."

Khushi gaped at Anjali but Anjali simply shrugged.

"I mean look Khushi, you know I'm all about giving everyone the benefit of the doubt, and compared to me, I know that Sana is just a kid like Avantika. However, let's face it, this girl wasn't like this all those year before. She wouldn't even have had the courage to say the things she said to Chatterbox tonight all those years before."

"Hey," Avantika frowned.

"Point is, her surgeries have definitely pulled off for her."

"Now that I'll agree with," and Avantika sat down on the bed, taking over Khushi's lap like her brother had before. "What do I do Khushi," she sighed. "I mean you just got the guy you've been hopelessly in love with since forever."

Khushi hit her arm lightly but Avantika was absolutely unfazed.

"Have you ever thought that maybe you should first admit your feelings to Virat," Anjali frowned, tilting her head.

"No! I could never tell him that I like him!"

"Avantika, you are not a teenager anymore! If you like the guy, then dammit, just tell him."

"Di, I'm not like you that I would just walk up to guy I like at his locker and tell him that I like him and ask him out on a date."

Khushi pursed her lips, as if to say me neither and Anjali rolled her eyes with a light scoff.

"Oh come on, it is not that big of a deal."

"Yes it is, Di. You literally had an audience around you guys, watching you ask Jij out."

"Well good thing I did it, I married the man in the end didn't I?"

"Well yeah but that's only cause things worked out for you in the long run. What if... what if Virat turns me down," she nearly whispered.

Anjali sighed and Khushi felt bad for her friend. She placed her hand on her head while Anjali reached out and took her sister's hand in hers.

"If that's the case, then it'll hurt at first, but I promise, you'll feel better eventually. Think of it this way - if its not Virat, then that means there's someone even better out there, waiting for you. Who knows, maybe you already know him and its just a matter of time."

Avantika let out a shaky sigh, trying hard not to cry. Khushi felt really bad, caressing her hair to comfort her. Avantika turned into her hold, hiding her face as she wrapped her arm around Khushi.

"Since Di has caught me up to speed on everything, I have to ask - how did you do it," she muttered. "How did you do it Khushi, thinking that the person you loved, didn't love you back?"

Khushi sighed, remembering the feeling she used to felt for the past few years. It definitely didn't feel good, but time did help to heal. Of course, once Arnav came back, it made things hard, but in the end things turned out to be completely different than what she thought.

"Actually, I probably shouldn't even bother asking since you turned out to be wrong and Bhai loved you all along. You're so lucky!"

"Hey, don't think like that Avi," Anjali said softly. "It's like I told you - if its not Virat, well too bad for him, he's stupid to let a girl like you get away."

Khushi nodded in agreement.

"Easy for you guys to say, you both have a man."

"Avi...."

Avantika let out another sigh. "Guys are so stupid."

"Now that I'll agree with."

*~*

Later that night, Anjali returned to her husband and both Khushi and Avantika fell asleep. The next morning, Khushi woke up early, Avantika still asleep beside her. Khushi decided to get up and head down to work, so she quickly washed up and changed into the spare clothes Avantika had her keep in her room in case of their sleepovers. She headed down to the kitchen, finding some of the other workers coming in as well. They all got right down to work and breakfast was ready to serve.

Khushi was in the dining room, setting the table, when the family slowly started pouring in.

Well, except for Arnav that is.

"Where's Chote," Amoli asked.

"I think he came back late from his run," Vijay replied.

"This boy, I swear- Khushi can you go get him please," Deviyani said.

Khushi's eyes darted to Deviyani's, Anjali and Avantika lightly smirking - even Deviyani.

"Oh yes, would you be a doll and get him please," Amoli said.

Khushi pursed her lips and nodded. Before she left the room, she glanced back at Deviyani, Anjali, and Avantika, and all three winked at her, causing her to widen her eyes.

Heading up the stairs, Khushi walked over to Arnav's room. Even though the door to his room was open, Khushi knocked anyways. When there was no response, she peeked inside, but didn't see him.

Huh?

Khushi entered the room and glanced around, looking for Arnav.

Where is he?

At that moment, the door to the bathroom clicked open, revealing Arnav.

In just a towel.

Khushi's eyes widened immediately and with a little shriek escaping her lips, she quickly turned around. Arnav was stunned and froze, staring wide-eyed at Khushi.

"What the-?"

Khushi quickly looked back at him with a scowl and then quickly turned away, hiding her face once more.

A scowl formed on Arnav's face. "Khushi you do this every time! How many times have I told you to knock?"

Khushi turned back to him with a scowl of her own, her hands on her hips. I did! She gestured around the room, saying that because she didn't see him, she came in.

"Oh... well... um-"

At that moment, Arnav's towel began to slip, semi-exposing him before he had caught hold of it, but Khushi had seen a lot more than she had wanted.

"Fuck!"

Khushi's wide eyes met his and she quickly darted out of the room, her face absolutely red. The poor girl did not stop until she made her way to the kitchen.

Or at least tried to.

"Khushi!"

Khushi paused and saw Deviyani and Avantika.

"Are you okay," Deviyani continued.

"No way, look at how red she is," Avantika grinned. "Looks like something happened," she sang.

Khushi didn't even bother to get back at her, deciding that running into the kitchen was a better idea than to drown in embarrassment, and so she did that.

"Khushi-! Ah well," Avantika sighed.

Just then Arnav, joined them, his hair a mess, Arnav fixing his T-shirt.

"Well good morning lover boy," Avantika smirked.

Arnav frowned at her. "Shut up. Have you seen Khushi."

"She went straight to the kitchen, blushing hysterically red," Deviyani said plainly, pointing at the kitchen.

A dot of blush appeared on his cheeks and before he could even give his grandmother or sister a chance to poke fun at him, Arnav went to the kitchen.

Deviyani couldn't help her chuckle. "Those two are something else."

"I wonder what the blushing is for," and before Avantika could take a step, Deviyani took hold of her ear. "Nani!"

"Oh no you don't, let those two be. You have your own issues to deal with."

"But Nani-"

"I don't wanna hear it. If you try me, I'll tell Virat everything myself."

"You wouldn't," she gasped.

Deviyani arched her eyebrow at her and Avantika knew immediately then that her Nani wasn't playing.

"Dammit," she huffed, and Deviyani laughed in return, letting go of her ear.

"Now come on, let's go to my room so you can blow my ears about Virat."

"Ugh, gladly," and the two headed off upstairs.

It's safe to say that just too much was going on in this household.

Chapter Twenty Two

"Awwwwwww!!!"

Arnav and Khushi instantly shot apart, the two staring wide eyed at Deviyani, Anjali, and Avantika.

"It's about freaking time," Avantika exclaimed.

"Look at how they're blushing," Anjali gushed.

In Arnav's defense, he wouldn't have been blushing if it were just his sisters and not his grandmother having caught them in their position.

"Oh I'm so happy," Deviyani smiled. "It truly is about time!"

Avantika came dashing over to them and sat in between them, breaking their hold. She wrapped her arms around the two and gave them a tight squeeze. "I'm so happy! I'm so happy! I'm so happy!!!"

"For the love of-! Not in my ear Chatterbox," Arnav exclaimed, Avantika instantly loosening her hold and scowling at him.

Anjali came over, chuckling. "Let them be Avantika. After all, they have just only claimed their love for each other."

Khushi looked down, blushing. Anjali went over to her and held her hand out to her, Khushi taking it and standing up.

"I'm going to assume Chote told you everything and that I knew of his feelings for you?"

Khushi continued to look down but nodded.

"Do you understand why I never told you anything from his side?"

Khushi shook her head.

"It wasn't my place to; how Chote felt for you or how you felt for him - after a good explanation from that lawyer husband of mine, I realized that, that was for you two to tell each other. And this misunderstanding you two had, could only be disputed between you two. Me being the messenger or an insider wouldn't have been the right thing. Do you understand now?"

Khushi looked up at her and nodded. Anjali smiled at her and kissed her forehead before turning to Arnav. "We'll leave you two alone now, take care of her and don't take too long," she winked.

Anjali, Avantika, and Deviyani left, giggling like little girls. Khushi still couldn't believe it that they knew, not to mention that any of this was happening. Arnav looked up at her and saw that Khushi was distracted, so naturally, he had to take advantage of the moment.

Arnav grabbed Khushi's hand and pulled her to him, quickly moving his hands to her waist and holding her in front of him. Khushi looked down at him in shock, Arnav grinning up at her.

"I missed that look on your face," he grinned.

Khushi rolled her eyes and arched her eyebrow at him.

"Looks like more than half of the family knows about us." Arnav rested his chin over her stomach. "What do we do now?"

But Khushi couldn't think clearly. She remembered the old days when she would do this to Arnav, gripping onto the sides of his T-shirt and asking him 100 questions, irritating the crap out of him! However while Arnav's T-shirt covered his flesh, her choli wasn't helping her and exposed most of her flesh, and the feeling of his beard against her not only tickled but gave a strange sensation she had never felt before.

Arnav noticed the expression on her face and at first was confused. But then he realized his actions.

And he had no regrets.

"Am I making you nervous?"

Khushi blinked down at him and looked into his eyes. She could see something form within them, but was confused. There was something dark forming, and Khushi gulped. Before she could think of anything else, Arnav playfully tried to nip at her bellybutton and Khushi instantly shut her eyes, pulling back slightly as a little squeal escaped her throat, surprising her. Even Arnav was surprised but he was mostly happy.

Once again he rested his chin against her. "Its interesting how I can always get these sounds out of you."

Khushi met his eyes again. The darkness within them faded and Arnav stood up, his hold still on her.

"I know that after what happened to you...."

Khushi glanced away.

"I swear, if I ever come across that fucker, he's fucking done for," he growled.

She felt his anger course through him and she immediately gripped his arm. Arnav instantly relaxed and he looked at her. He placed a kiss on her forehead and his lips lingered there.

"I understand that it was a traumatic experience, and there may be certain things that might trigger it like last time..."

Khushi remembered the last time it happened but immediately forced out if her mind.

"...but I'll do whatever I can to help you. "

Khushi slightly pulled back to look at him. Arnav smiled at her softly, wrapping his arms around her.

"I'll always be by your side Khushi, count on it. If anyone tries to lay their hands on you again, I'll make them regret it. I'll never let anyone hurt you again babe, ever."

Khushi smiled softly, bringing her nose to his, nuzzling him. I love you.

*~*

Going back to the party, hand in hand, Arnav and Khushi rejoined his sisters, Shyam, and Virat. From the look on his face, the two could tell Shyam knew, and him and Arnav did their little handshake.

"Honestly, its about time that this has happened," Shyam grinned.

"Did everyone know about us all this time," Arnav asked.

"No duh," Avantika said with a roll of her eyes, and the others chuckled.

"Congrats you two," Virat grinned, hugging the two, and Arnav instantly scowled at him.

"Protective already, hmm," Virat teased, and Khushi blushed. "But no worries, no worries, I won't be bothering you two."

Arnav rolled his eyes.

"Honestly though, its about time. I'm really happy for you guys," he smiled humbly.

"Thanks man. By the way, Di, did Nani say anything to mom and dad?"

"Don't worry, she's keeping her mouth shut... for now."

"What-? What's that supposed to mean?"

Anjali shrugged and wrapped her arms around Shyam's arm. "You know how she can be."

"Geez," Arnav muttered below his breath, but Khushi heard and nudged him. "What?"

Khushi frowned at him. Respect her, would you?

"But what if she tells my parents? I don't need Ma screaming her head off."

Khushi nudged him again. Arnav!

"What?"

Everyone else chuckled around them, bringing the new couples' attention back to them.

"Ugh, I'm so glad everything worked out between you two," Avantika said. "I really missed this... this vibe."

"Agreed," the others said.

"Also-"

But before Virat could get the rest of his words out, he was cut off by none other than Sana Kapoor herself.

"Hey! You guys actually came," she shrilled.

Khushi glanced at Avantika and saw that she was trying really hard not to scowl. She quickly took hold of her hand and gave it a light squeeze, calming Avantika without anyone noticing.

"So are you guys enjoying yourselves," she asked, flashing her doe-like eyes at Arnav and Virat.

The feeling of jealousy Khushi had felt the other day, didn't pop up this time. Maybe it was because of the fact that she knew Arnav loved her, that she didn't feel the need to be jealous.

"Yeah, it's a great party," Anjali said. "Lots of people, hmm?"

"Oh, yeah, my family knows a lot of people," she chuckled lightly. "From family friends, friends from the country club, business partners - you know, the usual."

Anjali hummed in response.

"Did you guys eat? The food is just amazing!"

"Oh heck yeah, my stomach is absolutely satisfied," Virat grinned.

Avantika rolled her eyes, glancing at Khushi. Khushi knew she was getting irritated, especially when Avantika released her hand from her hold and crossed her arms.

"Oh, Ava! Your outfit is so nice! And that shade of green though," Sana smiled.

Khushi tried hard not to purse her lips; she understood very clearly from Sana's voice that her enthusiasm was absolutely fake, no matter how hard she tried to lace it with sugar.

"Oh why thank you! It's from Sabyasachi, so I simply couldn't wait to wear it," Avantika gushed.

Khushi was confused. Did she not understand that Sana just tried to shade her?

"I like your outfit too," Avantika continued. "I think I've seen it before... oh yes," Avantika exclaimed, cutting Sana off before she could say anything, "I think I saw Sunny Leone wearing it or was it Rakhi Sawant," she wondered.

Whether it was true or not, Khushi had no clue, but she knew for a fact that Avantika had just thrown major shade. Not only her, but Khushi noticed the looks on Anjali's and Shyam's face as well, and knew that they had caught on as well.

"The pink is cute though," Avantika grinned with a casual shrug.

Sana gave a smile, though it didn't seem humble. "Oh, looks like someone is calling me, enjoy yourselves though," and she walked away.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Anjali turned to her sister. "Wow baby sis, way to go."

The two fist-pounded each other with a chuckle.

"Bitch had it coming," Avantika shrugged.

Arnav cocked his eyebrow at his baby sister. "Really chatterbox?"

"Look Bhai, I don't expect a guy like you to get it, although maybe you eventually will thanks to Khushi, but this egghead over here, I totally don't expect him to," she said, looking at Virat.

"What," he replied with innocence.

Avantika rolled her eyes. "Whatever, at least I look classy and sophisticated unlike that desperate plastic skank."

Khushi scowled at Avantika, as did the others.

"Hey," Arnav scowled.

"Oh please, you think she wore something as indecent as that for no reason? Puh-leez! All she wants is to put all these guys' dicks in fucking wheelchairs-!"

"That's enough, I don't ever want hear that kind of shit out of your mouth ever again," Arnav scowled.

But Avantika simply shrugged, by which Khushi understood that even though Avantika wouldn't be saying stuff like that around her brother again, it sure didn't mean she would stop thinking it nor saying it around her or others.

"Ugh, I need a drink and a pep talk, where's Nani," and Avantika walked away.

"What the-?"

"I'll go after her," Anjali said. "Babe?"

Shyam nodded and followed after her, the two going after Avantika. Meanwhile, Arnav, Khushi, and Virat stayed behind, Arnav shaking his head.

"I simply cannot understand her childish antics," Arnav sighed.

Khushi frowned at him and Arnav looked at her in confusion. She placed her forehead in her hand, confusing not just Arnav but Virat as well.

"I really don't understand you females sometimes," Virat chuckled lightly, scratching the back of his head.

Khushi shook her head and reached for Arnav's phone. Arnav handed it over to her and going to the messaging app, Khushi texted Virat. His phone immediately beeped and he looked at it.

You never could if you tried.

Arnav looked over Virat's shoulder and laughed. "Oh, burn!"

Virat frowned. "Yes I could, Khushi. I just don't see what the whole deal is with their outfits, like they're both nice colors, I mean I love green, that's my favorite color. "

Wha-? Seriously? Now I can't even blame Avantika for calling him clueless. Khushi rolled her eyes and texted him once more.

It's not about the colors dude! It's the fact that she tried to throw shade at Avantika and make her look bad in front of all of us.

"Okay, but we wouldn't have thought that, obviously. I doubt Arnav would've, nor Anjali, or even you, and I know I wouldn't have."

Khushi let out an exasperated sigh and shook her head, as if to say never mind. Virat looked at her in confusion and then at Arnav, but Arnav simply shrugged and took back his phone, which Khushi was holding out to him.

"What-?"

"Don't even bother bro."

"But-"

"Don't."

Virat opened his mouth to speak, but shut it immediately. He thought for a moment, and then opened his mouth again. "Never mind, I need a drink now, and maybe might even get one of those pep talks from Nani that Avantika mentioned," and Virat walked away.

Arnav and Khushi watched as he disappeared into the crowd and then Arnav turned to her.

"Can I interest you to another dance?"

Arnav held his hand out and Khushi looked at it. With a nod, Khushi placed her hand in his and followed him back out to the dance floor.

For a moment, things would be peaceful, that is, until they got back home. Khushi knew for a fact she would definitely be hearing about the whole exchange with Sana all night long from Avantika, therefore meaning that Khushi would be sleeping over in Avantika's room tonight. But that was okay, she would support her girl. For the time being, all Khushi would focus on was the fact that the man she loved, loved her back, and all was well.

At least, for now.

Chapter Twenty One

Arnav and Khushi sat down on a bench by a large fountain. He held her hand in his, but Khushi didn't allow for her erratically beating heart to distract her; she wanted her confusion to be cleared.

"Khushi, do you remember all those years back when there was that incident with Myra?"

Khushi's eyebrows met in the middle but she nodded.

Of course, who doesn't remember her sudden leaving from town? Not to mention her family, it was as if they had vanished into thin air.

"It was strange wasn't it? How the whole family just all of sudden picked up and left? Well did you know that Myra's father now owns and runs his own company?"

Khushi's eyes widened. Myra was just another small town girl and she was an only child just like Khushi. Myra's family was just an average-class family; in fact, Khushi's father knew Myra's father. Myra's father had worked as a chauffeur, Myra's mother working as a maid. So to learn that the man now had his own company, really surprised her.

But... how?

"I even saw them at an event in Paris; they're all doing very well. But do you know how they came across this kind of money?"

Khushi shook her head.

"Because the Kapoor's tried to pay them off."

Khushi's eyes widened in shock. What?

"Its almost amazing how no one in town ever got to know this. Its even more amazing how we didn't know this, and we were within this house so many times, and yet we missed it."

But what exactly did we miss?

"Khushi, you know that Myra's family worked for the Kapoor's, yes?"

Khushi nodded.

"Well, in that time that they worked for them... Myra had been impregnated by Vikram."

Khushi's eyes widened once more. What?!

"And... this isn't the first girl Vikram has impregnated."

Khushi looked down; even though she knew the guy, she never really got to know him like that. Among all of Arnav's friends, Virat was his only friend that she was really close with, and other than that, maybe with Shivaay a little. But other than that....

"Vikram has a bad track record, Khushi. He's been involved with a lot of girls, not to mention has been very careless with these girls.

"I didn't know any of this stuff when I first met him. But one night, he got really drunk and told me all of his shit. He told me how his family has paid off these girls and their families, getting these girls' abortions done. And they do this all for the sake of their family reputation."

Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing; she felt absolutely disgusted.

"Ever since I learned of his ways, I kept my guard up, especially when it came to Avantika. But he must've learned that I wasn't going to be playing any games when it came to her and would beat any fucker up who tried."

That's true, Vikram would have to be stupid if he didn't believe it. Especially after seeing Arnav getting into fights in the past after some douchebag tried to get within close distance of Avantika, he would have to be brainless to not believe it.

"You might be thinking why I would stay friends with a guy like that, why any of us would but... the type of person he is Khushi...."

Khushi tilted her head, confusion filling her face.

"In the old days... I mean, its like when you're a kid. Like when you're friends with a certain person, they make you feel some type of way? That's what it was with him - feeling some kind of... superiority or popularity, or however you want to describe it."

I think I get it; it's like being friends with the popular kid in class - you feel some type of power. And I mean... you changed somewhat when you first became friends with the guys, acting somewhat like a douchebag, but now that I think of it, it was mostly when you became friends with Vikram.

"With a friend like that, and the connections he had - that his family had - it just wasn't that easy to just step away. But there was also a part of me that just wanted to deal with this guy and protect those that I love. I was torn in the middle and it was hard at times, but...."

Arnav's hold on her hand tightened, slightly hurting her.

"When I discovered that he had his eyes set on you, I wanted to kill him."

Khushi's eyes widened.

"If that fucker got anywhere near you, especially after the whole Myra incident, I swear Khushi, I would've killed him."

He... Arnav is so angry right now.

"But somehow he found out that I liked you, maybe cause of fucking Virat being unable to keep his mouth shut, or Di always chirping about it, I don't know. ...so he tried to use it against me."

Against you? Meaning?

"Its like I said before - he has this superiority. He could instantly make someone feel low of themselves... and that's what he did to me.

"He approached me, asking me about you. He told me how he had heard a rumor about me liking you and was concerned for what society would say about me - about me liking a maid's daughter and a whole bunch of other crap."

Khushi looked away.

"The way he said it... he's always had the power of persuasion. In that moment, not only was he reducing me to rubble, but he made me feel like I was nothing. And he fueled me into a rage in the heat of the moment, I said those mean things about you. I just wanted for him to shut up and fuck off, so I said those things.

"Later on, once I was calm, I justified it to myself by telling myself that it was okay; you hadn't heard anything. I also thought that by saying those things, it would turn his attention away from you; I was using his own tactics against him, and it did end up working... but I was wrong and you had also overheard what I had said all those years back."

Tears threatened to pour down her cheeks but Khushi stopped herself. Arnav caressed her cheek and tilted her face up so that her eyes would meet his.

"I didn't mean any of those words Khushi, you have to believe me. You're my best friend, we've been best buds for years! How could you think I really thought that way about you?"

Khushi looked away and Arnav sighed.

"I guess its my fault really; I never should've said something so harsh. And I should've tried to contact you the years I was away but Vikram was almost always around."

Khushi's eyes met his instantly. He was there?

Arnav immediately understood what she was thinking. "When he learned that I was going to be in France, he decided to go as well; he wasn't there the entire time I was there, but for the most part he was. He did some work things but he was mostly moving in between some French girl's legs."

The idea of that made Khushi shudder in disgust and Arnav couldn't help the curving of his lips. Truth is, he was disgusted by it too, especially since he lived with it, but it was humorously cringey as well.

"There were so many times I wanted to reach out to you," he continued, "tell you what was going on, but that idiot constantly kept bringing some girl over, or was almost always around. And then at the company, things just got busy and hectic.... I'm really sorry Khushi."

Khushi bit her lip, glancing away. For years, she was very hurt - hurt by the idea that Arnav, the man she loved, thought so low of her. But now she knew the truth, and yet still.... It wasn't that she didn't believe Arnav, but she was also surprised to learn of Vikram's true ways.

There was one thing she was curious to know, however.

Khushi gestured to Arnav's phone in his pocket and he looked at it in confusion. She held her hand out and Arnav understood she wanted it but was curious as to why. Khushi unlocked his phone - not even a little bit surprised that his passcode was the same one he had been using on all of his devices he had owned his entire life - and went to the notes app. On it, she began to type and then showed it to Arnav.

Tell me more about when you saw Myra's family.

Arnav was confused by her request but answered anyways. "Well it was a little surprising, but they're still very humble. The most surprising thing, however, was seeing Myra with her daughter."

Khushi's eyes widened. Does that mean...?

Arnav understood exactly what she was thinking and nodded. "Her family escaped and used the money they were given to restart their lives. Myra never had the abortion and is a single mother, working in her father's business."

Wow.... But does Vikram know about this?

She quickly typed that down on his phone and showed it to him. Arnav read it and shook his head.

"No - and they made me promise not to tell. They're worried what his family might do if they ever find out the truth."

Scared, Khushi quickly glanced around but there was no one around. And then paranoia was ready to fill within her, Khushi beginning to get ideas of cameras or microphones being hidden in the bushes.

"Khushi, relax," Arnav chuckled. "We're fine, no one else heard me and the only people who know this are you, me, and her family. That's it."

Khushi sighed and relaxed, and then nodded.

"So... do you forgive me?"

Khushi looked up at him. So much had been said and so much had been discovered in this short moment. But the biggest discovery was of Arnav's love for her... just like the way she loved him. It occurred to Khushi, that through all of his words, Arnav had basically admitted that he liked her from years before and both Anjali and Virat knew about this.

So she knew all this time and yet....

Khushi glanced away, her heart beginning to beat erratically. It thumped in her ears and blush filled her cheeks. There was no use in denying her feelings for him, she would only be telling one of the biggest lies in the world. Arnav watched as blush filled her cheeks. He could see that Khushi was hesitant, but he couldn't blame her, not after everything that was discovered.

So... he loves me. He's loved me for years now. Arnav doesn't think low of me, he just said it to keep Vikram and his cruel intentions away from me. Noble as his purpose was, he did do it wrong, I mean how could you say something so hurtful? Although it was never meant to cross my ears and just for Vikram to turn him the other way, but still....

Arnav was trying to protect me, he always has. Even after he discovered what happened to me... he said he would kill that monster if he ever crossed paths with him, though I hope he never will. ...my heart, it's going absolutely crazy, I think it might burst! He loves me, he actually loves me!

And I love him.

Finally, Khushi looked up at him. She brought her hand to his cheek and he nuzzled into her hold; Arnav had been waiting quite some time for a moment like this.

And so did Khushi.

Without another thought, Khushi brought her lips to his and kissed him, surprising Arnav. But it only took a moment for him to recover and he kissed her back, caressing her cheeks in his hands.

Arnav pulled back first, resting his forehead against hers. "I love you Khushi."

Khushi couldn't help her smile and nuzzled her nose against his. I love you, too, and I never want you away from me, ever again.

Chapter Twenty

It was as if time itself had slowed down, one by one, everything becoming nonexistent, except for her and Arnav. Khushi's heart began to beat erratically, is if a drum were banging in her ears. Arnav met Khushi's eyes and he did not drop his gaze. He simply could not control himself tonight and needed to confess to her, especially since he finally got the moment to.

Throughout the night he had noticed many men gazing at Khushi, and had even heard a few comments. One in particular pissed him off very much, and he had to control himself and his anger. Khushi was his and his only, and he needed for it to be known.

Especially by the woman he loved.

Perhaps jealousy did fuel him a little, but enough was enough, and he wouldn't waste an opportunity, especially since Khushi couldn't run away from him this time.

As for Khushi, well she was absolutely confused. None of it made any sense! How could he be in love with her when he himself had claimed her to be nothing more than a servant all those years before? How could he claim that he loved her, when he had said that she was nothing?

The memory echoed in her brain and tears pooled within her eyes. Arnav saw this but before he could even say anything, Khushi released herself and dashed away, needing air. But Arnav wasn't going to let this go whatsoever and followed after her, Anjali and Avantika noticing this.

Khushi went out to the gardens, gasping for breath. Even though there was a breeze, Khushi still felt very warm.

Do not cry, don't you dare cry Khushi, stay strong!

"Khushi!"

Khushi shut her eyes and gripped onto her lehenga. Arnav came from behind her and turned her to him. Khushi's eyes remained shut, not daring to look at him.

"Please look at me Khushi," he said softly.

Hearing his hushed tone made Khushi shudder, and this wasn't missed by Arnav. He moved closer to her, bringing his arm around her waist. Feeling the warmth of his flesh against her cool waist brought a breathy moan to her lips.

"Khushi?"

Khushi looked up at him through her eyelashes. He didn't say anything else and simply gazed away at her. Their breaths tickled in the small space between them, and the space only seemed to be decreasing until there was none at all.

Arnav placed his lips against hers and kissed her. He had been wanting to do this for so long and so many times, he had lost track. For so long, he kept his feelings for Khushi to himself, only Virat and Anjali knowing, otherwise. He lied and hid his feelings, waiting for the moment he could tell Khushi his truth, about his feelings for her. And now, having her in his embrace, made his heart beat with life.

Dhak dhak! Dhak dhak!

Khushi's heart beat with life as well but she was still so confused! Nothing made sense at all and it made her head swirl. Khushi pulled away and turned away from him, catching her breath. Arnav was surprised by her sudden action, confusion and anger taking hold of him.

"Tell me Khushi; tell me why, even after I've just confessed that I love you, that you're still angry with me. What did I do? How long have you been angry with me?"

Khushi looked back at him, her tears streaming down her face. Anger was evident in her eyes, but Arnav wanted his answers. Khushi could tell by his expression that he would not stop until she did... so she held up three fingers.

"Three? ...you mean 3 years?"

Khushi nodded and put the three fingers down, then held up three fingers again.

"And three... months?"

Khushi nodded once more and put her fingers down, then spun her index fingers around the other.

"And ongoing?"

This time she simply looked away, but that was the confirmation he needed.

However, Arnav was confused. What had he done about 3 years and 3 months ago to upset Khushi this much?

What the? Three year ago? And three months? That was... that was right about before I left for France. Yeah... yeah that was just some time before I left for France. But what did I do or say then that could've offended her-?

And then it hit him.

"Oh Kush...."

Arnav went over to her and hugged her, shocking her.

"You will forever be a butt-head, Kit Kat," he muttered in her hair.

Now Khushi was absolutely confused. What on earth?

Arnav pulled back and caressed her cheeks in his hands. "You overheard what I said to Vikram, didn't you?"

Khushi looked away, answering his question.

"Khushi, what I said to him was a lie - a lie that thankfully has protected you."

What-? Protected me? Khushi looked up at him, her brows meeting in the middle.

"There's something important I need to tell you Khushi, something I should've told you a long time ago, but didn't. Will you at least hear everything I have to say?"

Khushi looked at him. All this time, she thought that Arnav thought nothing of her, that their friendship was absolutely false. And now here they were, Arnav claiming to be in love with her. But now he had a secret he needed to tell her?

What could it possibly be?

Wanting to know, Khushi nodded.

"Good, come sit over here with me, and I'll tell you everything."

Chapter Nineteen

With the car hassle and Avantika's fuss finally out of the way, the Raizada's headed out, Vijay, Amoli, and Deviyani in one car, Arnav taking Khushi, Anjali and Avantika in his car.

"Di, you must be, like, so excited," Avantika grinned.

"It's been so long since I've seen him! Ever since he picked up this stupid big case, he's been so busy," Anjali frowned.

"But it's a really big deal Di," Arnav said, glancing into the rear-view mirror. "It's been all over the papers."

"I know, but still.... I'm happy for him and I know this case will have a really big impact on his career, but still... I miss him. I can't stand being away from him for so long."

"I bet there's others who can relate," Avantika smirked, looking at Khushi.

Once again, Khushi had been put in the front, sitting beside Arnav. At Avantika's comment she glanced back at her through the rear-view mirror with a small scowl, which wasn't missed by Arnav.

Others who can relate, hmm, he wondered.

It wasn't long until the family arrived to the Kapoor's residence, or rather, mansion. Valets parked their cars and the Raizada clan headed inside. Many guests had already arrived, covering many areas of the main hall. The family found Mr. and Mrs. Kapoor, greeting them and then heading into the ballroom to join the others. The family had thrown this party in honor of Sana's return home after all these years, as well as for her graduation.

At first, Khushi was surprised to see Arjun, Shivaay, and Anurag, but remembering Virat's reaction, her surprise didn't last for long. In fact, she noticed many handsome men around, and they all seemed to be looking around for something.

Or rather someone.

Khushi stayed with Anjali and Avantika, when the Kapoor's made an announcement. Standing with them were also Vikram and Sana, to which Khushi noted Sana's very, er, exotic outfit.

Let's just say, she would definitely be getting the attention of numerous men tonight.

The Kapoor's made a little speech, thanking everyone for coming. Khushi didn't really care to pay attention, as Avantika wasn't caring whatsoever and making silly faces, thus distracting her. With the speech complete, everyone mingled with each other throughout the night. Music played and some people were already enjoying themselves on the dance floor.

"Oof, where is he," Anjali pouted.

"He'll be here soon Di," Avantika said.

"Who, Jeejaji," Arnav asked as he walked over to them.

Khushi glanced up at Arnav and quickly looked away. He stood right beside her and she felt a little awkward.

"You know, you guys really look like a cute couple," Avantika said.

Khushi's eyes immediately widened as they shot up to hers. Her face instantly turned red, her cheeks feeling like they were on fire. Avantika!!!!!

Arnav opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately cut off by Anjali.

"Eeeek!!! He's here!"

This instantly turned everyone's attention to where Anjali was looking and at the entrance of the ballroom, stood Shyam, looking quite handsome in his black suit and slim black tie. With another shriek, Anjali went dashing over to her husband, Shyam's eyes instantly landing on her. He made his way towards her as she ran over to him and as soon as she came within his reach, he picked her up into the air, swinging her around.

"Awwwww," Avantika gushed.

The couple locked in embrace and kissed, not giving a single crap that all the aunties were gaping with disgust.

"Yaaaaaaaaasssssss," Avantika clapped. "Show everyone how its done sis, yas boo!!"

Arnav chose to ignore his baby sister with a shake of his head, shutting his eyes as he really didn't want to see his older sister getting smothered nor her being the smother-er. As for Khushi, her embarrassment had been completely forgotten, Khushi only being able to think how lucky the two were to be so in love with each other.

Hopefully someday, someone will love me like that as well.

The lights dimmed and slow music began to play. Shyam led Anjali out to the dance floor and once again, Avantika hollered for the two.

Just then, Virat came over. "Hey, I see Shyam is back. They look good together."

"That they definitely do," Avantika smiled. "Hey, wanna dance?"

"Nah I don't really dance to slow stuff, but next time Chatterbox."

"Don't call me that!"

Virat chuckled. "Ask your brother."

"No way! I'm not 5!" And then Avantika gasped, an idea coming to her head. "Bhai, you should dance with Khushi!"

Both Arnav and Khushi looked at her, Khushi in shock.

What?!

"Yeah, you guys used to always fool around when we were kids, dancing together to these types of songs. You guys should do it again for old times sake. Besides, you two are already  matching like a couple, so why not?"

That's when Virat noticed that the two were matching. He gave Arnav a sly smirk, Arnav giving him warning eyes in return. Things between him and Khushi were still rocky, and he wanted to fix it. Only, he barely got a moment alone with Khushi.

So this moment would have to be seized.

"Sure," Arnav simply replied, and he took Khushi's hand in his.

Khushi was absolutely shocked, as well as Avantika and Virat. But Arnav ignored them and led Khushi out to the dance floor, Khushi's feet moving after him on their own as Khushi's brain seemed to be malfunctioning. Arriving to the dance floor, Arnav turned to her. He kept her hand in his and took hold of her waist, and lead her as they danced. Khushi simply couldn't believe it, and she was still very much stunned.

"Khushi, don't look so surprised, please blink."

Khushi did as he said, blinking down to the floor.

"...you look very beautiful tonight."

Khushi's eyes snapped up to his in shock. W-what?

"Honest, you do. Other guys seem to think so too - they won't stop looking at you," he scoffed lightly, eyeing at some of those men.

His statement, Khushi wasn't so sure of, nor did she care. It was his comment that was causing her already malfunctioning brain to malfunction even more.

Wait, what is even happening right now?

"...We need to talk Khushi. Or rather, I need to talk to you. You've been mad at me for quite some time now and I don't like it."

Khushi looked away.

"I don't like the fact that my best friend is this mad at me. I don't like that she won't even bother to tell me what it is that I have done to make her so mad and keeps avoiding me. ...I don't like that the woman I love is ignoring my existence."

And in that moment, everything around Khushi had come to a halt.