Rise of the Devil - Part 27A

 

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Chapter 27



Khushi’s POV


I am still reminiscing our all-consuming kiss while getting inside Chandra Mahal to see Dad and Buaji. I am sure they have loads of questions for us and I am also aware Devil will answer them all.


“Khushi?” Buaji is the first one to notice me. “What is going on? Mala said you stayed with him last night.”

I blush.

“Not just last night Buaji, I am going to stay with him permanently.” I reply.


Devil strides in the house after me so I decide to tease him a bit by adding few more sentences to Buaji.


“Until Devil and I don’t fight and I come here to stay with you all. And then he follows me back here like a Zoru ka Ghulam and convinces me to get back home with him.”

I bite my lip when Devil’s steady glare lands on my face. It promises me many more rough kisses if I don’t stop teasing him right away.

“What? What are you saying? I don’t understand anything.” Buaji looks between me and Devil who hasn’t dropped his gaze from me yet.

“Where is Shashiji?” Arnav asks her and she points to the drawing room.


Without waiting for me, Arnav strides there and I take this opportunity to drag Buaji along. I cannot wait to see how Devil informs this to my father about his seriousness in me and our marriage.


Dad is as surprised as Buaji was few minutes ago. Arnav halts his steps as Dad gets up to greet us.


“You two better clear out what’s happening because I am really in no mood to guess.” Dad mutters.


Arnav gives me a glance and I gesture him to share it. I am just interested in being a spectator for now. So, he reads that and turns to Dad again.


“Khushi and I have decided to give our marriage a chance.” Devil mentions and the room goes quiet. “She will be staying with me in the Villa as my wife hereon.”


Dad’s gaze shifts from him and in three strides he reaches me and clutches my arms.

“Do you want the same?” He asks.


I am overwhelmed by his gesture and the desperation in his eyes to know what I think about it. I smile and tears just spring in my eyes automatically.

“This is the first time you want to know what I want, Dad.”


Dad looks at me with immense guilt.

“I am mending my old mistakes.”

I give him a tight hug after his reply and he takes me in his embrace like I am the most precious thing he got.

“I cannot believe this.” Buaji interrupts us both. She doesn’t look happy about it. “How can you agree on this Shashiji?”


I am confused but Dad replies her so I wait to see how she reacts further.


“Madhumatiji, why not? Arnav and Khushi both want this.” He explains.

“Your daughter is asking for a slow painful death and you are willing to give her that?”


What the hell? Now my temper rises.

“Buaji? Why are you saying so? I am married to him and..”

“And he is the King of Devils. He has a chain of enemies who are thirsty for his blood and now even Khushi’s if she happens to be with him.” Buaji argues. “I know what it means to be a wife of such a man, its not easy. I don’t want Khushi to face such days like me.”


I flinch at her worry but that doesn’t make me change my mind. I am still not sure if Dad and Buaji knows about Devil’s real profession. I don’t understand how to convince her this. Arnav reaches us and stands next to me, turning to Dad.


“Whatever Madhumatiji just said is absolutely right. Khushi’s presence next to me won’t go well with the dark world but I want you both to trust me to keep her safe. Any bullet aimed for her will have to pass through me.”

“Shut up” I scream at Arnav for his unnecessary detailing. “We were here to share good news and now you all are making it worse by talking about death, bullets and what not.”


I storm out of the room, leaving them to continue this discussion as much they like.


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Arnav’s POV


Looks like we have upset Khushi and why not? She was so excited till now to share this news with her family that we both want this marriage to work. Now she has gone back to the Villa and I am already repenting.


“Arnav,” Shashiji pats my back. “Whatever decision you both have taken, I am happy. I am sure there will be danger around you two but I am confident you will keep my daughter safe and by that I mean you too have to be safe and sound for her. This is the first time I have seen love in Khushi’s eyes for you.”


Love? I swallow painfully. Am I capable to love a woman keeping all my missions aside? Even if I can give all that happiness to Khushi, for the shortest period, will that ever be enough? Whatever Madhumatiji said isn’t wrong. My life has no written expiry. I could be killed any day… any minute and so far that never bothered me but henceforth, I will have to protect myself for someone else.. for a woman who wants me alive and in turn, I need to protect her too.


I make my way to the Villa again where I find Khushi pacing in the living room. The moment I get in, she throws the pillows from the couch at me.


“What the” I growl pushing them away before they could hit my face. “You need to stop this childishness now.”


Khushi is about to throw another pillow at me which she drops down at my remark.


“And what were you doing out there? Any bullet aimed for her will have to pass through me.”


She mimics my dialogue exactly in the tone and expressions I gave while uttering that. The next instant I know Khushi reaches me and grabs my collar to pull me closer.


“Rule one – You will never talk about death again. Rule Two – If there is any life threat for you, I need to know about it first. Rule Three – No dark world topics or mission discussions during our Me time.”


I am stunned by her rules.


“Who said you have rights to make any rules?” I tease.


She grabs my collar more effectively.

“Rule Four – Between you and me as husband-wife, I will be the Boss!!”


WHAT THE HELL!! My jaw drops.


“And Boss is always right.” She adds leaving me and turns around.


I am about to reach her when Mala knocks the door. Wrong timing. I shouldn’t have offered Mala this job of assisting Khushi in the Villa for the household chores.


“Come in” I snap and Mala gets inside.


Khushi gestures her to follow in the kitchen and I am left alone to think what other changes I am going to see in the coming days. Not that I mind!!

To be Continued

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Note: Short Part today. Little busy today and tomorrow. Will post the next update on 24th June.  

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