Bride of Sheesh Mahal - Season 3 - Part 50

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Chapter 50


Arnav’s POV


I open the door, finding Di staring at me. Everytime I see her these days I feel deceived and cheated. But I can’t show that off on my face so I fake a smile.


“What happened Di?”

She tries to look in my eyes, trying to read my face too but I don’t give her anything that can make her suspect me.

“Chotte, I saw a bad dream and thought of checking on you.” She palms my cheek. It’s a cold lie. She is here in my room because of her suspicions.


I fist my fingers as Di palms my cheek. It’s so hard to believe that she is the same woman I have respected and loved so much since my childhood. After Maa, I considered her to be my mentor, and she was always there to support me in every decision of my life. Now that I know her true colors, I can’t stand her even for a second. Especially after knowing what she did with Khushi. she tried to hurt my wife.. the woman I love and I’ll never forget Di for that.

“Chotte, you look stressed.” Di says giving a quick glance inside my room. I hope Khushi is hiding without any trace of hers visible to Di. I push Di’s hand away from my face.

“I am fine, Di. Just a bit tired and need to rest.”

“Of course,” she fakes a sigh. Now it’s so easy to relate this concern on her face is all fake. “I’ll make some milk for you and bring it. It will relax your mind.”

“No,” I snap knowing very well that taking anything from her will be a medium of she and Chandrika trying to control my mind and body again to hurt my family, which they are not able to do as I am wearing the Raksha Dhaaga. But I can’t give any hint of that to Di ever. “I mean, I am already sleepy and I don’t feel like drinking anything at the moment. I’ll just hit the bed now.”


Di clenches her jaw. She was here to get a control on me using her spell, or probably hypnotize too which she can’t and that’s put her in a dilemma. She is surely going to report this to Chandrika and that’s exactly what I want so that we can trace that link which she uses to contact Chandrika so that we can trap them both.

“Fine,” she smiles. “I’ll make your favorite breakfast for you tomorrow then. You can’t deny that, will you?”

I fake a smile.

“Good night.”

She nods and I shut the door on her face. I stay rooted there for a few seconds trying to absorb what just happened and how Di again lied to me to control my mind so that she could use me as a bait to hurt my family. That’s when Khushi reaches me and turns me around.

“It’s okay. You can’t be weak at this moment, Arnav. I need you.. we all need you to fight against these evil powers.”


She is right. They need me just like I need them in my life forever. After witnessing how my family is coping up to live with the fear that there is someone out there who is hell bent in killing us all, makes me want to ease their fears and be their strongest supporter. I grab Khushi’s wrist and pull her to me, kissing her fingers.


“I don’t know how Khushi, but I promise, I will never let anyone from my family in the harm’s way again.”


She nods palming my face.

“I know that already, you don’t have to promise. We all trust you, Arnav.”

Her support means so much to me. I pull her closer sliding my arms around her waist.

“I don’t know how we are going to fight that evil Chandrika before the lunar eclipse which is in two days, but tonight… you are all I want, Khushi.”

She grins slyly at my words.

“You are a lucky man, tonight,” she whispers leaning to my ears. “Because your wife wants you too.”


She nips my earlobe, wanting me to groan but I don’t. Khushi’s slowly growing boldness in our intimacy is such a turn on. I lean down and carry her in my arms, hurrying to the bed. She chuckles when I almost throw her on it, before taking off my clothes. Khushi squirms feeling completely flustered as she watches me strip. This is the part I like the most when we make love. First she tempts me with her boldness and then she is all shy and submissive when it comes to action. I take my time to strip completely, watching Khushi’s reaction as she squeals in the delight of whats going to come next. Before she gets time to admire my torso completely, I lean down over her, pinning Khushi to the bed beneath me. We stay like that just looking in each other’s eyes for long..


“I thought I lost you..” I confess looking sadly at her. “The day I woke up without knowing where you are and having a feeling that I could be the one who might have hurt you, I thought I lost you forever, Khushi.”

“Sshh..” she puts a finger over my lips. “Why talk about something which is never going to happen?”

I keep looking at her angelic face.

“You’ll never lose me, Arnav. I’m in this journey with you forever. You and I… I and you will be together humesha.”

“Humesha” I nod in acceptance and the next moment my lips capture hers. It’s a sweet kiss, a longing one which we both felt for each other. She wraps her arms around my back, pulling me closer, letting her bodies rub against each other, as we kiss and make out. It has always been difficult to get Khushi out of her nightwears. So tonight, I literally tears her kurta off. She gives me a scolding stare but I don’t give a damn. The first thing I would do after all this evilness is gone from our lives and that’s to change my wife’s night wardrobe. Untying her salwar, I slide it away from her body along with the last piece of barrier sheathing her from my raw heat. The next instant, without a warning, I unite our bodies. She yelps in pain but soon the pain turns into pleasure as I thrust into her. I missed this and I missed it a lot. That’s when I remember something and look at her.


“We didn’t… use precautions tonight.”


Khushi is in too much haze at the moment but when I complete the sentence, she looks at me and smiles.

“Do you even think I care anymore?” she replies.

I grin at her mischievous remark and kiss her tenderly.

“You look ready to become a mother if it clicks.”

“Aren’t you ready to be a father yet?”


I don’t know. I just don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to share my wife with someone else even if its my own baby. And with all this evilness and dark forces around us, I am even more worried if this is a good call. Khushi reads the worry and cups my face.

“Arnav, to hell with the world. As long as we are together, that’s all that matters.”

She is right. To hell with everything and everyone who wants to destroy us. We will not let them win, ever. I resume making love to her, forgetting the rest.


It’s midnight and we are still wrapped in each other’s arms. I remember something and grab my phone from the bedside table.

“What?” she asks softly as I begin typing.

“I am asking my sources to keep run a check on all the numbers DI has talked to recently. I am sure we will get the one that belongs to Chandrika because she speaks to her no matter what.”


Khushi agrees and lets me message.

“So tomorrow, Di is going to make breakfast for you.”

I nod. “That’s what she said.”

“You can’t have it, Arnav. Anything that she does now is not in our favor.”

“I know. We’ll think of something how to avoid that. For now, I want you again.”


She giggles and tries to move away when I pin her again on the bed and hover over my wife making her love until we both cover up the lost opportunities of being together in the last few days.


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It’s morning when I come down for breakfast. NK ensured Khushi’s meal was delivered to the room without Di knowing it. For now, we are all on the same page, knowing Di is not part of our family and is Chandrika’s daughter. It was a big shock for Manorama Chachi, Chacha and Daadi but NK and Akash managed to convince them not to react and show anything in their behavior which could make her suspicious. Until we trace where Chandrika is and how we can destroy this spell that she had casted on our family, we couldn’t let Anjali Di know anything.


“Good morning, Chotte,” Di grins as I reach the dining table.

“Morning Di” I take my seat next to Daadi after taking her blessings.

“That’s your special gobi parathas with curd. I made them for you,” Di offers me the plate and now I’m in a fix. She might have spiked it so that she or Chandrika could control me again. I can’t let that happen.

“Di.. I don’t feel like eating parathas today,” I make an excuse. “In fact, I want to eat a proper English breakfast because its been long since I had that one.”


She frowns.

“We can make one for you tomorrow. Today, I want you to have this.. Trust me, you will love the parathas. Hold on let me feed you.”


Damn hell!! She sits next to me and breaks a piece to feed me herself. I know she wouldn’t relent from doing so but will it affect me? I am wearing the Raksha Dhaaga already which she or Chandrika cannot see nor are they able to control me. But I can’t take the risk. I stop Di before she feeds me.

“What happened Chotte?”

“Nothing, Di” I smile. “You always feed me, so this time I will feed you first and then will eat the rest of it.”


Panic washes her face.

“Feed… feed me? But.. I .. I have a fast today.”

Her excuse is bang on and it only confirms she has done something with the food to control me.

“That’s okay, Rani Saheba” Shyam jeejaji joins us. “Saale Sahab, you can’t feed my wife and break her fast. But no worries.. You can feed me instead. She eats or me is one and the same, isnt it?"


I am stunned. Why is Jeejaji doing this? He knows he too can’t eat these parathas. Who know how it might affect him? The moment Di hears Jeejaji saying that, she interrupts.

“No, Shyam. You wont eat these parathas,” she shouts at him.

“Why?” he asks. “Only because you have poured all your love only for Saale Sahab? I too want some of your love, Rani Saheba.”


Now I get it. He is purposely playing with her so as to avoid Di feeding me. One thing that I notice is that Di doesn't want to hurt jeejaji. Does that mean she loves him? Like true love?


Shyam is about to take the morsel from Di’s fingers, which was for me but Di pulls it away and keeps it back in the plate.


“I said you won’t eat this Shyam.” She angrily says this time and takes it away.


We all stare at Di as she heads to the kitchen with the parathas plate.

“Thank you, Jeejaji.” I murmur. “But you took a big risk today.”

“I don’t know, Arnav but I wouldn’t let Anjali hurt this family or you again.”

“She doesn't want to hurt you, did you notice?” I ask and he shrugs.

“I don’t know whats the outcome of this or what future is for us. But God knows I have loved your sister, I still do. But I have no hopes of we being together forever.. not after what she did all these years with this family.”


I see tears in his eyes for the first time. Getting up from my chair, I give him a tight hug. I can relate to his pain. Just like I feel deceived by the woman whom I took as my sister, he too feels cheated by his wife. I empathize with him!!


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