Rabba Ishq Naa Hove - Season 3 - Part 19

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Chapter 19


Khushi’s POV


He is here!! Arnav Singh Raizada is here in US and when I tell Lavanya about it over a phone call that same night, she is as shocked as I am.

“I am sorry Khushi but I really didn’t give him your location. I don’t know how he found you but…”

“It’s fine, Lavanya. I know you didn’t and it doesn't matter to me anymore that he is here.”

“How can you say that?” she asks. “You just told me he is planning to bring you and his mother back to India.”

“Let him try his luck. He is going to fail miserably.

“Oh Khushi..” Lavanya gasps. “Tell me if you want my help. I am always here for you”


I don’t know what to reply to that.

“You always have been a great help, Lavanya. I don’t think I can ever ask anything more from you.”


We speak for some more minutes before I drop on the bed. The entire night the thought of Arnav being under the same roof, is haunting my mind. I can’t sleep for more than three hours that night and yet the morning when I wake up at 6:00, I am absolutely fresh and ready to takeover my today’s duties. I have an event today but not before evening and right now I need to jog. So, before Arnav and his mother wakes up, I leave the penthouse for my regular morning run.


Once again, the only face I keep seeing is of Arnav and the way we met again last night. He’s still handsome. He has got a pricky beard now which I hope he trims a bit. I think he didn’t get to do so as he was desperately busy in finding my whereabouts. But he is still the same. I didn’t find any change in his attitude. He loves his mom and is obviously worried that she is staying with me but he is damn stubborn if he thinks I will let him take me back to India. I am never going to AR mansion ever again.


I stop on my tracks to sip some water and then continue the jog. I wonder where Arnav slept last night? Guest room? I told him to find any damn excuse to give to Maa why we are not sleeping in the same room but is that really okay to do so? I don’t want Maa to be suspicious and think we have some unsorted issues between us. She can’t take more anxiety but how am I supposed to live in the same room as Arnav? Though I guarantee we won’t repeat that night, at least from my side, I still don’t want him to share my bed and sleep so close to me. Had it been my younger days when I craved for a man’s attention, especially Arnav’s, I wouldn't have minded him sleeping with me again but now, I know what my self-dignity is, and where I have to draw lines to maintain it.


When I reach the penthouse again after an hour, I see Maa in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Maa” I quickly rush and move her away from the gas burner. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be doing this alone. You’ll stress yourself.”

She sighs at my remark.

“My son has come after so long to meet me and you want me not to cook his favorite breakfast?”

“That’s not what I meant. We can order his breakfast. We have many good Indian restaurants around..”

“Khushi,” she palms my cheeks. “the love and taste that a mother cooked food has, cannot be ordered online.”


I know that! At least since the time Maa and I cook together sometimes. Her cooking is magical.


“Fine,” I agree. “But you won’t cook alone. Give me fifteen minutes, I will take a shower and join you in the kitchen.”

“No no..Thats not required. I’ll do this alone. Your husband is here, Khushi. Spend time with him instead of..”


She suddenly pauses probably seeing my sour expressions.


“Arnav told me about your different rooms sleeping arrangements.”


My jaw drops. He told?

“What exactly did he tell you?” I inquire and she sighs in disappointment.

“That he has not supported you enough for your career which is why you are angry on him.”


He told her that? Well, half truth is better than a lie.

“And you did absolutely right,” Maa adds surprising me again. “Your husband should always stand by you and support you in every walks of life. That’s the vows you have taken on your marriage day. I know my son. He is very obsessive for his family.. And now that you are part of it, he is probably securing you too which being a today’s woman you don’t like.”


Obsessive of his family!! That I already saw. It’s one of the reasons why he is avenging my father because Dad definitely did something bad to him and his family to throw him out of our lives. But what I hated is Arnav dragging me into it. But what I don’t agree is that he is securing me. No way in the world he has any plans of it. In fact, he is probably sitting at some corner of his room and making plans how to drag me back to his den.


“Good morning.”

Arnav’s sudden husky voice breaks my chain of thoughts. He is shirtless and only wearing a grey night pant. I turn back to focus on Maa showing the same ignorance I showed him yesterday.

“You woke up early?” Maa asks him curiously. “I thought the jet lag will keep you asleep for few more hours.”

He reaches Maa and gives her a tight hug and then even kisses her forehead. The soft sound of his kiss makes my insides clench. How can my body be so attuned to his gestures or handsomeness when my mind hates him so much? This is a lethal combo to feel attracted to a man whom you gave your body once and hate him too parallelly for doing injustice on you.


“I too hadnt expected my last night to be so.” He replies turning to me. “My bed was too cold..”


I swallow angrily knowing exactly the meaning behind those lines.

“You could have raised the temperature of your AC in the room then. The bed would have been warmer if you had done so.” I mock.

“My bed didn’t need a remote control to maintain the temperature. It probably needed a human touch..”


Shit! He is either being purposely romantic before his mother or he thinks I am fool to mellow down seeing his flirty side.


“Looks like you’ll have to get used to the remote control only for some more days because I am least interested in giving your bed that human touch..”

“Khushi?” Maa interrupts and she is profusely blushing. “Have you both forgotten I am also in this room where you are discussing about sharing the bed and doing or not doing god knows what?”


I swallow angrily feeling utterly mortified.


“Let me stay in your room, Khushi.” Arnav openly demands.


If he thinks I will let him because of Maa, he is so wrong.

“In your dreams Mr. Raizada. And Maa,” I turn to her. “Please don’t feel offended if I need some time away from him. And don’t you worry, we will sort it out soon. Just need some time. Please.”


Maa smiles happily at my sensible comment and nods whereas Arnav glares at me for being so open and free to talk to Maa and reject all his ideas of shifting him into my room. I don’t care he is throwing angry glares at me and I leave the kitchen to take a quick shower to assist Maa with the breakfast.

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Arnav’s POV

Never in my life I have seen Khushi this bold and strong that she doesn't even mind showing me my right place before Maa. I really wonder if staying away from a man like me who only showered hatred and hateful remarks at her have done her that. Wish I could take that back.

I didn’t get to see Khushi after breakfast which she and Maa cooked together. The Dosas were awesome and though Maa did the major part, I liked to see them both working together as a team in the kitchen. I had once wanted this.. I had once dreamed of this.. Khushi staying happily in my family, mingling with everyone and it’s finally happening. Just never thought she would reject me so royally and it hurts. Now I realize how much I have turned her into a person who is unwilling to give someone a second chance. And the worse part is, I haven’t even told her I need a second chance.

I am still lost in these thoughts, doing my work in the living room, sipping the coffee which mom made for me before she left to take a nap when the door of Khushi’s bedroom opens and she comes out.

I stare at Khushi as she gets out of her room, dressed in a maroon gown, all set to leave for her modelling event. I don’t know if she has purposely chose a shade of red to make me jealous or is this the theme of tonight’s party. Giving her a once over, especially to her thigh high slit which is exposing her creamy legs a little more than my liking, I try not to clench my jaw. As if she knows I am staring at her, Khushi looks in my direction, throwing a glare at me before answering her ringing phone.

“How much more time, Pam? I don’t want to be late to meet the sponsor. You know how important this event is for me. Come soon.”

She disconnects the call and checks her watch as if to confirm if she would make it to the event on time.

“Isn’t that dress too revealing for your event tonight?” I mock to get her attention and I have it undivided.

“You don’t have a say over anything I do or wear, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada.”

Keeping the coffee mug away, I rise to my feet and make my way to her, giving her another once over. Why can’t I get enough of her these days? Gone are the days when I sneaked glances of her because I claimed to hate her. I gawk her too openly now.

“If I don’t have a say who else does? Your event sponsor?” I tease.


The moment I say this, Khushi goes into a confused thoughtful mode and the next instant she grabs my shirt in anger pulling me to her with so much frustration that she is almost on the verge of tearing it.

“Do you have anything to do with my event’s sponsor? Don’t tell me its you, Arnav. Why the hell can’t you let me do what I want to do? Why do you-”

Before she could rant further, I grab her wrists and pull her even closer to me.

“I am not your event sponsor. Neither I am interested in meddling with your modelling career.. Relax.. You are spoiling your makeup.”

Before she can process what I said or even retort to my touch, I wipe off her tears from the corner of her eyes, ensuring I don’t smudge her eye liner and then my fingers linger a bit longer on her face in an attempt to reset her makeup. She’s so soft everywhere that it reminds me of the night we devoured each other. I still remember her expressions when I had touched her core and worshipped it with my mouth. The mere remembrance of it makes me hard. With our bodies so close, almost touching each other’s, it doesn't take long for Khushi to realize my stiffness of my lower organ and she instantly puts a distance between us. I didn’t mean to scare her but looks like I have. She gives me a confused look before rushing to the door to leave for the event. Damn hell!!


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