Precap for Locked - Part 11

Khushi’s POV


I have never felt this happy soothing someone’s pain. Maybe because that someone is Arnav Singh Raizada. As I massage his neck, he shuts his eyes and is completely lost at my touch. I hope this makes him feel better. I made him sleep on the recliner last night and he got this neck sprain. If we had slept together, he wouldn’t be in pain. After almost 5 minutes, I pull away and he turns around, craning his neck, stretching it softly and smiles at me.


“Payal is right. Your fingers have magic,” he mentions.

“Anytime.” I smile at his compliment.

“Really? Any time?” He repeats and my smile drops.

I look away unable to comprehend how to react.

“Seven days Khushi.” Arnav says getting down from the bed. “And then we will part ways. Will you like being in touch with me or..?”

I swallow nervously. To be honest, I never thought of this. I don’t have many friends, especially boys. Not that Dad minds. But I was always so engrossed in helping Dad that I never got time to make more friends. But maybe now is the time when I should start thinking from a different angle. I had a different opinion about Arnav so far, then when we met here, in these 7 days my views for him have changed. I will like to be in touch with him even after our quarantined period.


“I understand” He takes my silence as a No and looks away, probably thinking to continue his work but I extend my hand towards him.

“Friends?”

He looks stunned, happy and his smile is back as he completes our handshake. We are still holding hands when he laughs suddenly.

“What?” I asked curious to know what made him laugh like that.

“Nothing. Just remembered that famous Bollywood movie dialogue.. Love is friendship.”


My jaw drops leaving me speechless.

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Those who have read my recent new eBook - No Wedding Bells, know already who Ruhi Singh is. So will Ruhi find her Happily-Ever-After?


Standalone Romance Novel

Ruhi Singh

Happily-Ever-After is not what I was looking for after a heart-breaking love tragedy in my life 9 years ago. I still believe in love but it’s simply not for me anymore. Burying the demons that scared me, I have stepped into a new world to make a fresh identity and only when I thought things will sort out for me now, I get an invitation from the Royals of Mahalpur for teaching Painting to someone from their family. I take it up as they are ready to pay me a huge sum for this three-month tutoring. Least did I know life was throwing a challenge named Raunak Malhotra, the eldest son of the Royal family, who had an attitude as high as Mt Everest and anger which could burn a whole city in seconds.

Raunak Malhotra

Happily-Ever-After is not what I was looking for after I lost my wife, 4 years ago in a car crash. Now all I have that reminds me of her is my four-and-half-year-old daughter, Palak. Burying the bruises of my loss, I tried to step ahead but my family thinks I have changed. I am not the one I used to be once. To alter their beliefs, I agree with this stupid idea of learning a new skill that can calm my mind and bring me out of my loss forever. I know that’s freaking impossible but I will do it for them. Least did I know life was throwing a challenge named Ruhi Singh, my new painting teacher, who had a heart of gold and was as damaged as I am at the moment. We are both scarred, so how the hell can we soothe each other?

Can two broken souls unite and get their happily-ever-after?



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“You are overreacting Ruhi,” he adds with dangerous evenness, “I don't see why you should be so worried about your background verification unless you have something bad to hide.”


His words punch my heart. Raunak makes a low sound of reluctant amusement as if he shouldn't have said this. I aim the file right at him. The papers flow in air and land on the floor, hitting his body.


“Screw that,” I bark and I’m about to leave the room when he pushes me to the wall, pinning my wrists at the sides and glares.

“Now that you know I am looking for your past, let me ask you one thing openly.”


How dare he pin me? I struggle, but he holds me still in between him and the wall, closing all the options of escaping.


“We couldn't trace your details for six years before you started the painting institute which was three years back.”

I freeze, meeting his gaze.


“Where were you for those six years, Ruhi?” He looks obsessed for that information.


It’s like Raunak is slicing my heart, to cut it open and I am unable to do anything.