Rabba Ishq Naa Hove - Season 3 - Part 11

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Chapter 11


Khushi’s POV


He has given me an offer I could never deny. He wants me to just name what I need from him today – money for shopping, his permission to go to club and parties.. I could ask for anything and he would give me to leave his study room so that he could do business. Had this been a normal situation, I would have blindly taken up one of this, but not today. This time I become sensible.


“I want to know about your family..”

That’s it. The moment these words slip from my mouth, Arnav rises on his feet.

“Don’t you ever dare speak about them,” he snaps.


His anger intimidates me and I take a step behind. Gone is the caring partner he was last night. Now, Arnav is someone I want to run miles away from. I still compose myself and show some courage.


“I want to meet them Arnav.”

His brow raises high as he clenches his jaw.

“To do more harm?” He mocks.

“I didn’t hurt them.. At least not intentionally,” I rebuke. “Dad told me about your mother Arnav. And I feel sorry for her but…”

“Get out..” he shouts.

“No..” I stepped forward. “I didn’t hurt your mother. I didn’t even know she was crossing that road and met with an accident, Arnav. I don’t know what she told you but..”

He pushes the table in anger and reaches me in three long strides. The next second, Arnav grabs my arms and hauls me to his body.


“She didn’t tell me anything, Khushi. She’s not even in a condition to remember what exactly happened that day. All she knows is that you scared her off. Your threats have glued to her head and she is over worrying about me and my safety. Thats the kind of trauma you caused her.”

“I didn’t cause that,” I shout. “You are highly mistaken, Arnav. In fact, I felt threatened when she told me how much you take things to your heart and try to get a control over it, ever since your father’s death. She told me that since you loved me, you would never let me go from your life. I was scared, Arnav. You were already stalking me then and I could relate to everything she said. And just like what every other woman would do at that moment, I did the same. I warned your mother to ask you to be in your limits otherwise I would send you to jail. That’s the exact conversation that happened between us. That’s all.”


Arnav’s grip loosens. I don’t know if he believes me or not but this was necessary for me to open up to him. He has a lot of misconceptions about me.


“And I have no doubt I would have done the same hadn’t you stopped stalking me then. That’s the action any woman would take if her safety is threatened. I didn’t mean to hurt your mother. I didn’t even know she would take it so seriously to her heart and would meet that accident or go in trauma. I might be the worst woman a man can choose to love but I’ve that much of humanity, Arnav. But without even knowing what conversation happened between us, you judged everything by yourself?”


Arnav swallows painfully. All that anger on his face now turns to confusion. He is unsure if he has to believe me or not.


“You know what? Your mother was right. You want a control over everything you love… you own. And that’s exactly what bruised your ego when I didn’t reciprocate your feelings. You went all the way up to force me into your life back Arnav and you succeeded. So, congratulations. But, don’t you dare push this all on me. If you hate me for something I didn’t do intentionally, then I have every right to hate you back. And if this is what you truly are.. then I think I did the right thing by not accepting you blindly in my life as my lover.”


The moment I say this, Arnav pulls me back to him. His anger is back and this time it’s worse.


“I don’t blame you for her accident, Khushi. But you and your father definitely are the reason for her trauma. And I am never going to forgive you for that.”

“I’m not asking forgiveness either..” I say, pushing him away. “Just stop blaming me for my reactions and start thinking of your own actions first which lead me to react that way. Every woman has a right to reject a man if she doesn't want to get settled down with him. My only fault was I used you that time. That I lied to you that I was sure of loving you back, Arnav. That’s my fault. But don’t you dare hate me for anything beyond that.”


Making myself clear, I walk out of that room. He wants to do business, let him do it. I have no interest in speaking to him after this. Arnav is delusional and biased. All he can see is my mistakes, what about his sins? He manipulated me into a bond like marriage. He is using every way to insult me frequently. I have no rights here in this house or his life despite being his wife. That’s not how a gentleman behaves with a woman.


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Arnav’s POV


Whatever conversation happened in the morning in the study room is still haunting my mind. Maa’s accident changed my life and even now though I have enough money to treat her, I still can’t bring my mother back to her old self. Her trauma is too worse even now. After dad I had promised to look after my family well and instead of giving them all the happiness they deserved, I showed them hell!! A hell which I myself brought upon them all by loving a wrong woman..


Wrong woman? I don’t know. But after Khushi put forth her side to me, I think I am judging her too harshly. Yes her actions are the reason how badly me and my family had to suffer that time but one thing she said right about and I agree to that. She had a right to reject me and she did. She rejected my love. She refused to settle down with me because I wasn’t able to give her the luxury she desired in life. She had every right to reject my love which she did. And that bruised my ego! But more than my ego, it scarred my heart. Damaging it permanently.


The phone call breaks my reverie. It’s Aman again. I am working from home today and hence Aman is keeping me up to date with all the stuff on calls.


“Yes, Aman..” I speak.

“Anjali Di left a voicemail on your office desk number. She seems to be flying to India tonight.”

“What?” I snap. “Di.. Di is coming to India? Why?”

“I don’t know, Boss. She just left a voice message and I think that’s something to do with your sudden marriage to Khushi Gupta.”


Of course.. that’s the reason. I know Di didn’t want me to marry Khushi and I refuted all her attempts to put sense in my head.


“I’l call her and speak to her.”

“It’s too late.” Aman sighs. “Her flight must have taken off by now. She was very sharp to leave a message only few minutes before boarding the flight so that you don’t call her up and ask her to change her travel plans.”

“Damn,” I yell and then compose myself. “I’ll handle her. Just make sure you send a car to pick her up and please check her in to some best hotel. I don’t want Di to come here. I’ll visit her in the hotel.”

“Okay. Will do. And I hope you are attending the party tonight.”


Party!! Yes. One of my clients had organized a party for me and my wife. I can’t skip going there and also take Khushi along.


“I remember. We will be there..”

“Okay.”

Hanging up the call, I inform Suman to let Khushi know we are going to a party tonight around 08:00pm and to get ready accordingly. In ten minutes, suman returned to me with a note.


“What is this?” I ask and she swallows nervously.

“Ma’am asked me to give you this.”

She handed it to me and I read it.


‘Say sorry first, only then I am coming along with you.’


Damn hell!! This woman is annoying me.

“Tell her to stop fussing Suman. I won’t tolerate it.”


Suman nods and leaves but she returns in a few minutes again with a similar note. I snatch it from her to read.


‘One sorry for hating me for the wrong reasons hurts your ego that much?’


I don’t like Khushi playing mind games with me and I know how to control the situation and bring it back in my favor.

“What should I tell Ma’am?” Suman asks.

“Tell her if she is not ready by 08:00, I am going to get her ready myself.”


Suman hides her blush somehow and runs out to inform the same to Khushi.



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Khushi’s POV


It’s 08:00 and I am ready. Yup. I didn’t want to take the chance for Arnav to come and help me dress up. I know he can do that if I annoy him. To be honest, he is the one who annoys me these days. I can’t stand he hates me for something I never did. And what other reasons has he hidden in his head where he thinks I am responsible? I have to know all of that too and clear my stand.


Anyway, I am wearing a black designer saree again which is perfect for an event like this. I have heard from Suman that she has seen women swooning over Arnav in such parties. I might not love him but that still pricks me. I don’t know why I was jealous when Suman told me how in the last party which Arnav hosted for his clients, a few women tried to lure him. But the good part… he didn’t give a damn to them. Why? He could have… He could have any woman if he wanted. That’s right. IF HE WANTED. And the fact is.. Arnav doesn't want anyone except… Me… No. He doesn't even want me anymore. He had said that.


I step out of my room after giving a once over to myself in the dressing mirror. Just when I reach out, I bump with his hard body.


“Oucchh..” I yelp in pain as my forehead hits his jaw. Arnav clenches and though he has held my arms to balance me so that I don’t fall, there is nothing gentle in his touch. That means his mood is off. As usual. I try to move back only to be pulled to him again and that’s because the Mangalsutra I wore has stuck to his black linen shirt.


“What the..” he snaps as soon as he realizes that too.

I try to unhook it from his shirt but its too tangled and I seriously have no idea how to do that anymore. When I look back in his eyes, Arnav is already staring at my face. And the way he’s staring, with those intense eyes, suddenly flames my cheeks. It’s weird how despite hating each other, we still manage to feel that pull between our bodies. That pull is one of a kind.. And an out of the world experience.. At least for me. Despite being surrounded by so many handsome men in the last six years when Arnav was not a part of my life, I never felt this strong attraction for any man. Why him? God!!


His phone call breaks our stupor. Arnav barely manages to take his mobile out from his suit pocket, having me glued to his body because of the marital chain.


“Yes, Aman. We are leaving now.”

He disconnects and then looks back at me. I fail to unhook the chain and give up.

“You try..”

He frowns at first but soon obliges. The moment gets even more weird when his knuckles brushes my neckline in the process of him trying to unhook the chain from his shirt. I wriggle my body to ignore his touch.


“Stand still,” Arnav mutters glaring in my eyes, as if this is all my fault.

Yes, I chose to wear the Mangalsutra tonight on this stupid designer saree but it was only because I wanted to look like Arnav Singh Raizada’s wife. I want to show every woman out there in the party that he is taken. It doesn't matter if he hates me and vice versa, I want all those women to know they don’t stand a chance to eye on him anymore.

Arnav’s fingers stroke the skin of my neck again in the attempt to unhook the mangalsutra from his shirt. It’s a very odd situation for both of us. We just happened to bump into each other at the stairs and this chain got stuck to his white Shirt, pushing us together so close that I can literally hear his heartbeats.

“Your nails.. oucchh.. they are biting my skin,” I scream when his nail scrape the skin of my neckline. Arnav immediately pulls back his fingers and looks at me.

“You try then..”

“I tried..” I shout back. “That’s why I asked your help.”


Arnav steps back annoyed, but since my marital chain is connecting us, I am pulled to him once again and this time I bump with a larger force. He curls his arms around my waist in an attempt to stop us from stumbling. His large hands on the exposed skin of my waist brings goosebumps to my body. He swallows when I meet his gaze again, as if he is trying to curb every reaction his body is giving by our closeness.

“Suman..” Arnav shouts breaking our moment forcefully. He is so good at hiding his feelings. But does he still have any feelings for me?

Suman comes running towards us and Arnav explains her how we are stuck together because of the marital chain and need her help. She quickly analyzes the situation and sighs.


“I think we better take the marital chain off Ma’am’s neck,” she says and is about to unhook the mangalsutra from my nape when both me and Arnav stop her.

“Don’t..” we say it in unison, shocking each other.


He doesn't want me to take off the mangalsutra? That’s an odd sign considering he doesn't even treat me as his wife and hold on. Why am I so bothered that I don’t want to take it off? That’s the only way to take care of this present situation.


Suman is confused. Arnav quickly realizes he shouldn’t have stopped Suman and then his eyes shine with attitude again.


“I mean, if that’s the only way we can sort this.. then let me do the honors..” he mutters.


Suman nods and leaves us alone while I glare at Arnav who doesn't miss noticing the bitterness on my face. He wants to take it out? Let him!! Arnav slides his arms around my neck and within a minute he unhooks the mangalsutra. I feel empty!! I shouldn’t! But I don’t like this. I stare at his face and he is not far from disliking it too. But again, he is too great in pretending how much he is enjoying this moment. Once Arnav takes it off my neck, I pull myself away from his body and Arnav is able to unhook the chain from his shirt easily. Mission accomplished.


I sigh. “Good. Without the chain on my neck, at least I’ll have the liberty to gawk at other men freely.”


I seriously just wanted to annoy him and it works. When I turn around to leave, Arnav slides the chain again… immediately around my neck and hooks it back. Why the hell am I blushing? It’s weird but I loved his jealousy. The next instant, he closes the distance between us. My back hits his chest again and God knows I feel his lower body stiffening behind me.


“You gawk other men while being married to me… you are inviting more trouble on yourself, Khushi. Mark my words,” he whispers angrily and I grin..

“Likewise,” I add turning my head sideways to try meet his gaze. “You give importance to any other women out there being married to me.. I will trouble you so much that you’ll curse yourself for forcing me into this marriage.”


Do I see a grin on his face too? Yup. It is! He smirks but its not out of love… it’s something else.. As if he accepts my challenge. He better doesn't challenge me because I am turning out to be a possessive woman these days staying with an obsessed man like him.


Before I can collate my thoughts, Arnav entwins our fingers and leads me out.


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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