Precap for The Royal Fling

“How the hell did this happen?” he groans angrily staring at the clothes inside his bag. Khushi holds her laugh. Poor Raizada. After seeing those multicolored, floral shirts and shorts, he had packed another bag for himself with his regular choice of clothes and strictly instructed the Servant to dump that luggage in the car, not the one which Khushi had packed for him earlier. But Khushi being Khushi, swapped the bags and her Royal husband travelled all the way to Bali with her, having no idea at all. “Where is my bag?” he turns around to Khushi who fakes a similar surprise on her face.

“I don’t know..” she shrugs

“What do you mean by don’t know?” he groans. “What the hell am I supposed to wear now?”

Khushi pouts and nods.



“You have no choice” she fakes a disappointed sigh but he can still see the grin on her face which she is forcing to hide.

He strides to her in just a white towel securely wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his freshly showered body.


“If you have freaking done this, then you are gone Khushi Gupta”

“Singh Raizada” she holds the locket of her Mangalsutra and flaunts it right on his face. “Ensuring the right bag is dumped in the car was your responsibility, not mine. And I understand you don’t want to wear these clothes, but then what else will you wear? My beach frocks?”

Arnav clenches his jaw and punches the wall behind her, pinning her in between his arms and the wall.

“Alright” she swallows feeling extremely intimidated about his posture. “Let me do something”

He doesn’t withdraw himself, just keeps staring at her in frustration. He can clearly read on her face, she is enjoying his state.

 

Note: I will post this part tonight.