Rabba Ishq Naa Hove - Season 3 - Part 10

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Chapter 10


Arnav’s POV



“Why are you not home yet?” I scowl at Khushi over the phone call, as soon as she answers it.

It’s around 11:00 pm and Khushi is not in the mansion. I knew she had gone to see her father today at his office but after that I couldn’t check on her. I thought she would have returned by now but when I reached home from office, Suman told me Khushi is still not home. That’s why the first thing I do is dial her number and fortunately she didn’t ignore my call.

“Home..??? which home?? I don’t have a home.”


Is she drunk? Yes, she is. And that puts me in high alert.

“Where are you?” I ask nicely this time though the only thing in my mind is her safety. Is she in one of those pubs where she used to go before? I know any man could try to lure her and she could be in danger if she has no senses at all to judge a man’s motive. My heart thuds stronger thinking the consequences if I don’t find her soon.

“I am far far away from you.. Mister..” she pauses.. “what’s your name again?”

I clench my jaw but I can be angry later. For now, I need her back home.. Safe. So, grabbing the keys of my car, I once again leave the mansion to look for my wife.

“Khushi, share me your GPS location,” I urge and God knows my patience is running out.

“No. I won’t.”

“Khushi I…” I am about to shout at her but I control myself and low down my tone.

“I am not telling you that I am at Sun and Shine Club. Nope. I am not telling you that. Its my secret..”

Sun and Shine club? Not that far from my place. I quickly get in the car and begin my drive.

“Don’t disconnect the call,” I demand. “Keep talking to me..”

“Talking to you?” she laughs heartily. “What’s left to talk between us? We aree.. we are lovenemies..”


Lovenemies? I repeat that word in my head wondering what she means..

“Lovers to .. to enemies couple. Lovenemies.. Yea.. we are that..” she laughs again.


She is partly right. We are definitely enemies but lovers?? I don’t think he ever loved me.

“Hey, you. Get off me..” she shouts and my heart skips a beat. Get off me? Is some man trying to hurt her?

“Khushi?” I shout back, worrying for her.

I need ten more minutes to reach that club and get her back home safely.

“Ewww.. don’t.. don’t lick me like that..” she screams again and I press the accelerator at full speed.

“Khushi who is it?” I ask, fisting the steering wheel. This is all my fault. I should have asked my guards to follow her. She wouldn’t have ended up in problem.

“Arnav… ask him to-” Khushi pauses. “Oh My god. He is coming on me. What … what should I do?”

“Kick him.. Shout dammit.. Just kick him and call for the security..”

“No, I can’t kick him.. Aww… I am scared…. He will bite me..”


My body is literally on fire at the images my head is framing as Khushi explains her fears to me. Whoever is troubling her, I am going to kill that man. Right there. Fortunately, the speed limit that I crossed to reach the club worked. I park my car in a rush and without even caring to take the keys or lock the door, I run towards the entrance. My feet come to a halt when I see Khushi already out, sitting on a bench at the side, scared of a street dog who is trying to lick her feet. DOG?? She was talking about a dog all this time? Thank God!! I march to her and the moment she sees me there, Khushi jumps from her seat and runs into my arms.


“Arnav…”

Within a minute she is in my arms, hugging me tight, all afraid to even leave my embrace. I don’t delay scooping her up to me. The dog keeps staring at us from far then leaves. Probably he was hungry and wanted to check if Khushi could offer him anything. Don’t know how I become so caring suddenly, but my fingers are already brushing her hair while my other arm strokes her back.


“He’s gone.. Calm down..”

“What if he comes back? Don’t leave me..”

“I wont leave you..”


As soon as the words are out of my mouth I realize this is not my present self. I’m behaving like the Arnav I used to be six years back. In love with her… and extremely worried of her safety. I am about to pull her back from the hug when she cuddles me tighter.

“He licked my feet.. He was so close to me. I got scared..”


I shut my eyes, trying to turn back to the man I am now.. the man who is indifferent to everything related to the woman in my arms. Who is cold, calculative and who doesn't give a damn to her problems!

“Thank God you saved me..” she mutters, rubbing her nose to my chest as if inhaling the scent.

It does something to my body. It always did. Why can’t I stay away from this side of hers? This side.. which shows me as if she is in love with me. This side of hers which wants me to forgive her and give up this revenge.

“I like your cologne..” she inhales on my chest deeply again. I am gone. Seriously! She should stop doing that.


With great difficulty and curbing my desires, I pull her away.


“Next time I find you in such clubs without letting me know and drinking beyond limits, I won’t be lenient.”

“As if you are ever lenient with me,” she hits my chest, gently. “You are always in a bad mood.. Khushi do this.. Khushi do that.. Khushi don’t do this. Khushi don’t do that. I am tired of your Do’s and Don’ts. I don’t like this Arnav.”


She leaves my shirt and is about to stumble when I catch hold of her. Khushi grabs my collar again to balance herself whilst I circle my arms around her waist to give her some support. Our eyes meet and we hold our gazes for no idea how long. The only moment when I realize we have been admiring each other is when I feel her fingers stroking my stubble.

“I like this, Arnav..” she cups my face, smiling and blinking hard to stay conscious.. “This Arnav who cares for me.. who… who can’t see me in pain.. who can’t see me getting away from him for even a single minute.. I like this Arnav.. Why can’t you be this Arnav again?”

“You won’t get this Arnav ever again, Khushi,” I reply. “Know why? Because you killed him.”

She frowns and tightens her grip on my collar.

“You have misunderstood me. I didn’t kill that Arnav.. the situations made it look so.. I would never..” she pauses..


This is not the first time she is justifying herself but surely the first time that I want to believe in her. Khushi cups my face.

“Don’t hate me so much, Arnav, that I forget you ever loved me. Don’t hate me so much please.”


I am dumbfounded. Even if she is drunk, her thoughts are so clear. Or should I say because she is drunk she is not getting her high ego in between or maybe she has given up the fight. And if all my assumptions are wrong.. then it could also be one of her way to manipulate me. I hope the last one is not true and she is saying this from her heart.


Before I can frame a response, her grip on my shirt loosens and she collapses on my body, unconscious.

“Khushi??” I pat her face but no luck.

Leaning down, I carry her in my arms. She weighs like feather and looks so fragile in my arms that I hope my grip on her body is not hurting her. This is so unlike me. Maybe this little situation where I thought she was in danger has softened me a bit but its not going to be forever. I place her in the passenger seat, buckle her up and then starting the engine I drive us back home. At least, she’s safe. That’s all that mattered tonight.


I bring her home, drop her to bed and she is little awake. She wriggles as I adjust the pillows below her head.

“They are pricking me..” she murmurs, raising one of her leg and I realize she is telling about the heels.

I glare at her though I know its of no use. She can’t sense my anger at this state. It’s waste. So I remove her sandals and free her soft feet from their pricking. I raise both her feet and pull the comforter over her body which she snuggles into but the moment I turn to switch off the table lamps, Khushi grabs my wrist.


“Why don’t you sleep with me?”


I am surprised she asked me that. Is that what she wants? Me to sleep next to her? Does that affect her if I don’t? I don’t think so. I try to shrug her arm from my wrists but she grips me tight.


“Sleep next to me… please,” she purrs and for one damn second, I literally fight with my desires to not give in.


I get her hand off my wrist and put it back on her stomach.

“You don’t want that to happen, Khushi. Nor I am interested in giving you that pleasure to have me sleeping next to you.”

She frowns at my choice of words and then she blinks again.


A few more seconds and she is dozing. I take in her sleeping form and then shut the lamps.

Taking a cold shower I finally get back on my bed to sleep and the only image that comes into my head as I shut my eyes, is of Khushi and the way she hugged me fearing the dog. That embrace was a sign that she still trusted me to save her.. Am I really saving her from all her problems?


It took me so much of patience and control tonight to bring Khushi safe back home and not give in to her idea of sleeping together. It’s not the same anymore. There was a time when I wanted us married and I would imagine having these moments with her but now they only bring a bitter taste on my tongue. But nevertheless, I will not let Khushi repeat what she did today. She can’t make me dance on her fingers by such acts again.


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Khushi’s POV


My head throbs and I know why. I drank too much last night and now that I am awake, I remember everything that happened once I came out of the club. I had no intention of picking Arnav’s call but I still did and he located where I am. It’s still a surprise to me that he cared to bring me back home safe. He even scooped me in his arms when I was afraid by the dog and not just that he took off my shoes and made me comfortable on the bed. Now he didn’t have to do all that if he hated me. That’s gross. He could have asked Suman to do this. Or he would have left me in those pricking heels, to let me bite the whole night as a kind of punishment for giving him so much of pain last night. But he didn’t. Does all this mean there’s still a ray of hope and Arnav can be turned back to the innocent and good man he was before? Will that matter now even if he changed back to his old self??


Suman gets into the room and she has my hangover cure. I swallow it in one go. Though I took a shower, I don’t really feel fresh to start the day.


“Has he left for work?” I ask her looking at the clock which shows 10:15 am. He must be at office commanding his people at this time.

“No. Sir is working from home today”

“Is he?” I frown. “Where does he work from? I mean.. which room?”

“The Study room downstairs..”


I nod, turn back to the mirror to check if I am dressed enough to go meet him. I don’t know why but these satin robes that Arnav has filled in my closet are the comfiest to wear at home. I make sure the knot if fastened before I open the door and stride down looking for my husband.


The study room door is open so I don’t really need to knock. I just walk in and realize Arnav is on a phone call but the moment I enter, his eyes are on me. Just me!! I wonder if I still have the power to control this man and the way he leads me but I think that’s too soon. He keeps talking over the phone as I deeply scan the room. It’s nicely designed in contemporary style and has the perfect mini office cabin look.


Arnav’s pitch is the same throughout the call. He seems to be discussing some deal and though I have no ears on his conversation, I know his eyes are still on me and my movements. I ignore that and walking towards his large Mahagony desk, I sit on it. Now I have his mind too on me apart from his eyes and that’s evident as he stutters speaking on the call. When I try to touch the paperweight from the table, Arnav grabs my wrist and looks angrily at me.


“Let me call you back, Aman.”


Saying that he hangs up and leaves my wrist.

“What the hell are you doing here? This is not a park that you barge in here any time you want.”

“Nor it’s a museum which needs a ticket to get in,” I rebuke. “Chill. I am not here to steal your business secrets. I have no interest in it..”


He leans back on his chair but his eyes never leave me.

“Then which interest brought you here?”

“My interest in you..” I grin.

Arnav clenches his jaw. Why can’t he smile a bit?

“Don’t tell me you have no interest in me, Arnav. Last night you proved otherwise.”

“Last night was an exception. You were drunk. Bringing you home safe was my responsibility.”

“So you mean, to get you interested in me and be nice to me, I’ll have to drink every night?”

“Don’t you dare” Arnav warns me and this is the first time I am impressed by it. It shows his concern for me. For my wellbeing.

“Did I really put you in lot of trouble last night?” I ask softly, hoping to get him talking to me and he stares blankly. “I think I offered you to sleep next to me, and you rejected that coldly.”

He keeps staring at me with mixed emotions.


“What do you want?” Arnav finally asks after another minute.

I am about to reply when he continues.

“Money? Shopping? Or permission to go to parties and clubs? What exactly do you need from me today that you are faking being so friendlier?”


I am hurt. He thinks I want all that and hence I’m faking being good to him? I know he could be only coaxing me to be angry and leave but that’s not what he is getting from me today.

“You are very anxious to give me all I want?”

He nods.

“So that you get lost from this room. I have business to do, Khushi. So, tell me what you want and leave.”


Now that he has given me this opportunity to ask something from him, I am going to make the most of it. But I wonder if he will fulfil those..


To be Continued.

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Sneak Peek of Fallen - The Forbidden Series Book 2

The Forbidden Series - Book 2 (Enemies to Lovers Romance Novel)

Khushi Thakur
Have compassion for your family and be heartless towards your enemies. This has been my only slogan since I became the backbone of the RS Group of Companies where I am in charge of dealing with their tricky competitors. This time our focus is on the AR Group, which has rattled to its core ever since its CEO, Aarav Raichand allegedly stepped down from his position. Whatever they say, I'm still certain he's a tornado disguised as my business rival. There’s something about this man that I loathe and something that draws me insanely towards him. This unseen magnetism between us coaxes me to believe Aarav is that missing piece of my life’s puzzle, which I had given up solving.

Aarav Raichand
Two years ago, my world crashed down forever when I lost my wife, Jhanvi Raichand. But then I saw her again, this time in my rival’s arms. Everyone said she only had a similar face. I believed that too. She wasn’t my Jaan. She was not the one who transformed me from a vengeful man to a loving husband. But I was drawn to her like a moth to fire. Could she be my Jaan and didn’t want to recognize me anymore? If I could avenge my family to bring justice to my life earlier, I would burn down the world this time to get this woman in my arms again. The only difference is that this time there will be no rules. It’s about time I remind them what it meant to meddle with the love of a big bad wolf!!

The world had seen my Revenge; now they would witness my Rivalry.

Reading Order of The Forbidden Series:
Book 1 – Forbidden
Book 2 – Fallen


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SNEAK PEEK
I turn around in the circle of his arms and our eyes hold for an eternity-long second. I sway closer seeing a strand of his dark hair fallen over his square brow. Something swirls in his eyes before they fall to my lips. They linger there for so long that the anticipation of whether he would kiss me or not races my heart abnormally. Flashes of me seeing him this close a million times before, flood in my head. The varied times when his rough palms have scooped my face and kissed me angrily, roughly, smoothly, delicately, with hunger, fire and rage, pricks those memories which are hidden in some deep dark corner of my brain. Are these flashes for real or just my imagination? They feel more real to me and it’s only because I am the most vulnerable whenever I’m this close to Aarav Raichand. Being here at his home, in his bedroom and in the confined space of his arms, I don’t think I want to be anywhere else at this moment. It makes me silently believe I always belonged here. With him.

Aarav’s thumb grazes my lower lip, urging me to part it.

“Come back to me, Jaan. I’m nothing without you.”

With that, Aarav’s lips finally touch mine and like every other time, he kisses me like he already knows how I taste and is addicted to me. It takes my breath away. I never want this kiss to end though I am doing nothing but standing and giving him all of me. He kisses me once, twice, slow and soft and these kisses mixed with the flashes of my past & present memories and the onslaught of emotions so far, force hot tears to roll down my eyes. Aarav lifts his head, tasting the saltiness on my lips. He looks hurt for a moment but then he gently licks my tears lovingly and kisses my left eyelid.

“This is your house.” He kisses my other eyelid, “your husband.” Aarav’s lips graze down to my left cheek where he places a butterfly kiss. “Your daughter.” He repeats that peck on my right cheek too, “Your family, Jaan.”


He then scoops my face, kisses my forehead providing the much-needed strength to my fragile heart and then gazes into my eyes.

“But we all are incomplete without you. We’ve been waiting for you desperately for two years. Come back to us. Complete all of us and yourself too.”

Aarav’s demands ring alarming bells in my heart. I need to get away from his bedroom, his house, the very instant because if I don’t, I might actually do anything and everything Aarav wants me to.

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