My New Boss - Season 3 - Part 40

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Chapter 40


Arnav’s POV


It must be morning because I feel the sunlight pricking my eyes even though I haven’t opened them yet and then I feel a soft palm stroking my stubble and it doesn't take me long to realize whose hand that it. The next moment, I grab her wrist and haul her closer to my body.


“Oucchh,” Khushi squeals as her upper body crashes with my chest. Her wet hair falls over my face while I stare at her morning beauty.


She’s freshly showered and smells like lavender.. I kiss her hair falling on my lips and she squeals again.

“your coffee is ready,” Khushi murmurs before placing her palms over my naked chest.

Wait.!! When did I take off my Shirt? I quickly try to recall. Last night I tiptoed in Khushi’s room to check why she didn’t come to Malabar Pub where I had reserved a seat for our dinner. Though she had connected the clues I left for her, she didn’t want to show up there and intrude my privacy thinking I would be with the Ghosh family. I never thought my Khushi will curb her jealousy and show her trust on our relationship. She’s really amused me and thankfully we have also ended our office fight. We have promised that no matter how much we argue at work, but when we at home, we’ll only focus on our relationship and nothing else. So though we kissed last night and made up, I also remember Khushi’s fingers were keen enough to explore my abs. Though she wouldn’t say it out, I only had to guess it when her fingers had fiddled with the hem of my Tshirt. So, without making her wait for too long, I had taken it off my body in one movement and let her explore me further. Uff!! What a night it was.. I even got a kiss on my chest… right over my heart from her.. The best moment of my life so far.. I could still feel her lips over there..

“Arnav, c’mon get up. Your coffee is becoming cold.”

Khushi’s voice breaks my stupor and this time I snake my arms around her waist and pull her closer. Our lips are inches apart. I wonder how it feels to give a good morning kiss when she is so fresh and clean while I am yet to brush. Will she mind if I kiss her still?

“Is this a dream?” I whisper. “You sleeping next to me the whole night and then exploring me…”

“Exploring only your upper body..” she corrects me and I can’t help but grin.

She is right. Khushi never moved lower though I wanted her to. She’s great at keeping a control over herself..


“Alright… sleeping next to me.. then exploring my UPPER body .. and then now waking me up with a cup of coffee.. you know I already see this as our future…”


She passes a weak smile.

“This is not a dream, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada. And if you don’t believe it, I have better ways to prove it.”


She has?

“How?” I kiss the tip of her nose.

“Sure you wont mind me demonstrating my ways?”

“Uh ..huhh.. I can never mind whatever I get from you..”


I bite her earlobe this time and the immediate next moment, Khushi pinches my thigh.

“What the…” I scowl back and she laughs heartily getting off the bed.

“You gave me the permission Arnav. Now don’t act innocent..”

“Well!! I thought you will kiss me back or do something extraordinary to my body to prove this is not a dream. Never expected a hard pinch.”


I get up rubbing my thigh. Thankfully my thigh was covered by the night pants and it didn’t hurt much. Sitting with my back touching the bedrest, I take the cup of coffee Khushi offers me and sip it.

“How’s it?” she asks.

“The usual..” I shrug taking another sip.

Khushi frowns. “I brewed it for you.”


She did? I take a pause to believe that and take another sip and try to frame a better response.


“It’s heaven…”

Khushi pushes my arm away when I try to hold her.

“Liar.. Your first answer was true. It’s not a great coffee but a usual one.”

I put my cup away and then once again, drag Khushi to my body. She doesn't mind when I play with her hair strands again and tuck them behind her ears.

“Doesn't matter how the coffee is.. I am more elated to know you made it for me.”


She meets my eyes as if to read if I am being honest. I am being honest to her.

“You know what Khushi? I might be all fancy guy who is raised abroad and all but my idea of romancing my woman is very traditional. Just make me cup of coffee every morning or wake me up with a kiss and I’ll love you for life…”


She gazes back intensely in my eyes. I mean every word I said to her. She closes her eyes when I lean to kiss her.


“That doesn't mean I don’t have dark fantasies…” I kiss the portion between her nose and upper lip.. “I have planned those in plenty with you..”


A faint smile crosses her lips as I kiss them with all my love. I don’t know what to call this stage of relationship which me and Khushi are currently in but I like the pace of it. We are neither under-performing nor over-expecting. This is perfect.


Soon I am kissing Khushi like my life depends on it. She’s not in a hurry nor I but the phone rings and it breaks our moment. Khushi wipes the corner of my lips and smiles.

“I’ll brew another coffee for you.. This one has got cold.”


I stop her from taking the mug away.


“I’ll have this one. Don’t stress.”

She checks her phone which is still ringing.

“I have to take this one.. Come down soon.”

I nod and don’t miss to admire my woman as she strides out of her room. Her room? Oh yes. I slept with her in her bedroom and should be sneaking out before my parents catch me here. I know they wouldn’t mind but I don’t want to take that chance. I quickly get down the bed and march out towards my room, sipping the coffee all the way.


After a quick shower when I come down, I see Mom in the living room. I have never seen Mom blushing looking at a simple ring on her finger like she is doing now. That’s adorable and a tease worthy moment. I tiptoe to her and then hug her from behind.


“Your mood looks good, what’s up mom?”

She turns around giving the same smile.

“It’s just a good day…” Mom replies.

“And a good ring..” I raise her wrist to check the solitaire ring on her finger. “You have a great choice, mom. When did you buy this one?”

Mom’s cheeks turn tomato red at my query and I quickly connect the dots.

“Dad gave you this? It’s a gift from him?”

“I know what that is…” Khushi intervenes our conversation.

She is ready to leave for work like I am and she’s looking ecstatic as she stares at Mom.

“Sir proposed you, didn’t he?” she asks and mom nods shyly.

“Yes, he did.”

“Proposed for what?” I ask like a dumb man and it’s Khushi who once again clarifies what I am missing to understand.

“Your father proposed your mom to marry him again, Arnav. What is so hard to guess in that?”


My jaw drops as she finishes the sentence and I turn to mom who is even more mortified.

“God!! Are you serious? You are going to re-marry?”

The smile on mom’s face vanishes at my question.

“Would you like that if we… if we marry each other again?”


I don’t know how to react. Dad joins this conversation and is as confused with my expressions as Mom is.

“Arnav?” Dad intervenes. “Please say something. You are scaring us, boy.”

“Ayush wait” Mom cuts his plead. “Don’t force Arnav to react to this right at this moment. It’s so hard for him. When he needed us together we were never there and now when he is used to see us separate, we are dropping this bomb of re-marriage again. That’s so unfair on him.”


I stare at my parents, with a cold expression on my face. Khushi is confused of my reactions too. Mom reaches me and palms my face.

“We won’t take this step without your approval, Arnav.”

“Obviously, Aarti,” Dad walks to us. “I never said we will force this decision of ours on Arnav. I can wait if he needs time. And if he doesn't want to see us married again, I don’t mind spending the rest of my life like this, just with you by my side as a partner, if not as a wife..”


I puff some air in my cheeks and then look at them one by one.


“Done you both? Now can I speak?”

They nod and go quiet suddenly. I hold their hands in mine.

“Marriage or not, I always saw you both as one.. You have loved me separately but I always took it as coming from you both together. Now when I am getting the opportunity to actually get your love together, seeing you as a happily married couple, why wouldn’t I be happy? Of course I am happy Mom.”


Mom takes a sigh of relief.


“You scared us..” Her eyes brim with tears. I give her a tight hug and then kiss her forehead. “So happy to see you both like this.. in love and… destined together..”

I push Dad to Mom and he quickly takes Mom in his embrace.

“But I have a condition..”

“Condition?” they ask together becoming serious again.

“Hmm..” I walk to Khushi and soon sliding my arm around her waist draw her to me. “Me and Khushi will decide where you’ll go for honeymoon..”


Mom rolls her eyes whereas Dad smirks hard admiring Mom turning shy. Khushi on the other hand raises her brows turning to me.

“Someone is very excited to send his parents for a trip..” she teases me.

I lean to her ear.

“That’s because you and I get some time alone here sweetheart..” I whisper.

Khushi pushes me away hiding her smile and then walks straight to mom and dad.

“Congratulations to you both.”

“Oh dear. I don’t know why but I am feeling awkward,” Mom exhales. “At this age we should get our son married and here its totally opposite.”

“Your son and I are not going anywhere.” Khushi explained. “All that can be decided later.. For now, we want to see you both happily married again. And since you have already decided, it’s time we celebrate.”

“Great thought.” I take my phone out. “I’ll ask Aman to reserve a table for us in Dad and Mom’s favorite restaurant tonight.”

“The kids are quick..” Dad chuckles. “After all the arguments that’s happening at work, I must say we all need a break.”


I message Aman to book while Mom and Dad head to the breakfast table. When I turn to Khushi, she is on call again. She looks serious talking on the phone. Whose calls is she getting at this hour?


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