Rabba Ishq Naa Hove - Season 3 - Part 42

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Part 42


Khushi's POV


Three months later


I knock the door of Maa’s bedroom and find her completing her knitting project. Arnav has got her enough baby wool these days to keep her occupied. She has been making a sweater for Shyam-Anjali’s daughter Sara. She wants to complete it before the winters in New York begin.


“Khushi?” Maa gestures me to get inside the room. “How is it looking?”

She shows me her half-completed sweater.

“It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see Sara wearing this.”

“Me neither,” she murmurs with so much affection and is about to continue when I stop her. “Don’t strain your eyes, Maa. If Arnav gets to know you are spending hours knitting for your grandchild, he is not going to be happy.”


Maa sighs putting the sweater and the knitting sticks away before turning towards me again.


“This is nothing. I’m yet to make a full woollen set with sweater, booties, mittens and Binnies for your babies too. And no one can stop me from doing that. I’ve plans to knit a dozen of those.”


My cheeks hurt as I try to hold my blush. Being an independent woman, a wife and a daughter-in-law is one thing, but being a mother? It’s still a huge responsibility and I’m afraid to even think about it at this moment. Maa pats my arm.

“That doesn’t mean you two have to hurry. Take your time to plan your first child. I don’t mind.”


I smile at her for understanding. Right now, I’m at the peak of my career and have signed a few endorsements contracts of beauty and fashion products. Arnav played a very important role in helping me decide if I should take them up. He knows my modelling life is completely shining at New York and has absolutely no plans to put a break to my career. He is undoubtedly becoming the most supportive husband a working woman could ever dream of. He approves of my strict schedule and has been handling most of his Business remotely from New York. Only critical meetings that needs his physical presence, he flies to India for a week or so, attends it and returns in my arms without any delay. Let me be honest, that one week period whenever every month he flies to India is the most critical one for me. I’m so used to having Arnav around me at home all the time that his absence bites me, especially when I go to shopping and he isn’t helping me pick dresses for my wardrobe, when I eat my meals with Maa and we both gossip so much about Arnav that it brings tears in my eyes missing him, when I watch TV alone in my room and recall how otherwise when we watched it together, he would always scoop me into his body, under the sheets, playing with my hair, stroking my hands and kissing me all over my neck, face and shoulder finally ending it by making sweet love to each other. Our cute little dinner dates every fortnight when Maa stays with Anjali Di and Shyam at their place. Our role play romancing at nights when we are both high and drunk. I remember each and everything whenever he is in India and not with me to make me feel complete.


But this time I am not letting him go alone. I’m going with him to India where Arnav has to attend another business meeting and we will be staying there for around two weeks before returning here. Maa is going to stay with Di and Shyam until we return.


There is a knock at the door which I assume is from Arnav.


“Khushi?” he sighs seeing me still in my night dress. “You are still not ready? We have to leave in an hour baby.”

“I know,” I frown and then turn back to Maa. “Shyam has already left to pick you up Maa. Your bags are ready?”

“Yes, I packed them all last night. And now you should stop worrying about me and go get dressed. Arnav is right to worry. You both shouldn’t miss your flight. Go.”

I give her a tight hug.

“I’ll miss you Maa. I wish you could have joined us too but..”

“But I’m happy here.” Maa replies pulling away from the hug. “And you and Arnav didn’t get a long vacation together just with each other. This is the time. Enjoy your stay in India and come back soon.”


I smile at her and taking her blessings I get up to get ready, giving a glance at my husband who is dressed in his casual black denims and a black shirt, the top three buttons of his shirt form gives a peek of his chest which is enough to give me goosebumps recalling I have kissed every inch of his sexy body by now.


“Should I help you?” Arnav whispers as I near him to exit the door.


Thankfully Maa is busy stuffing the knitting related stuff in her bags which gives me a chance to reply to my darling husband.


“You are good at undressing me, Arnav. But to get me dressed up, you still need to learn those skills. And if you begin now, I can assure you we will definitely miss the flight.”


He grins at my prompt response and before I can leave, he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. Maa has her back to us but not for too long, I know.


“You are at your husband’s mercy for the next 2 weeks in India. Don’t challenge me, Khushi.”

“Let’s see who will be under who’s mercy,” I murmur. “Two can play this game even better, Mr. Raizada.”

“I can’t wait,” he grins slyly at my teasing remark before leaving me as Maa has turned around again.


Quickly I exit the room because if I would have stayed there for even a single second, Arnav would have caught me blushing. I do that almost every time to ensure he doesn’t know how much smitten I am by him. I like showing him he has a little less power and control on me than he thinks he does. It makes our relationship even spicier.


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I sleep like a log in the flight and even after landing Delhi, I doze off in the car while our driver Mohan drove us to AR Mansion. All I recall is Arnav softly pulling me out of the car and then carrying me in his arms all the way to our bedroom… his bedroom. I remember he never let me sleep in his bedroom ever for whatever period we stayed together in AR mansion. I always stayed in the guest room whereas Arnav would cage himself in this room where I know he has welcomed me today. I’m so exhausted and the jet lag is so killing that Arnav changes my clothes and all I do myself is using the washroom and getting back on the bed to sleep beside him. It’s night in India thankfully and I don’t plan to wake up anytime soon in the morning. The good part, Arnav has no plans to go to his office tomorrow. He will work from the day after that. With that pleasant thought I doze off in his arms.


The next morning, the sweet aroma of coffee wakes me up. I toss on the bed, wrapped only by the white sheets of his bed, wearing nothing but a thigh high sexy lingerie whose spaghetti straps are nowhere on my shoulder holding it up. They have fallen on either sides of my arms. I pull them up before stretching and yawning and finding Arnav staring at me, standing adjacent to the bed, in his bathrobe, and sipping coffee while admiring my antics as if I am putting this show for him.


“What?” I ask, pulling the sheets to cover my almost revealing skin underneath that sexy lingerie? “Never seen me waking up like that?” I tease.


He sips some more coffee before giving me an intense stare on my face and then responds.


“Never seen you waking up on this bed. Today is first so let me enjoy my view.”


I grin at his reply. That’s right. He never let me stay in this room, forget sleeping on this giant fluffy bed.

“I always imagined you sprawled here though,” Arnav adds, as I puff my hair getting up and leaning my back against the headrest.

“Sprawled?” I scrunch my nose. What was that supposed to mean? It gave me visuals which were lethal for mornings like this when I was still bone tired to even think of any action. “How?” I still ask.


Arnav raises his brow knowing I am teasing him, probably challenging too to show me and without any delay, he puts the mug on the bedside table and gets in the bed. No no no. That’s my cue to get away from him and run to the bathroom. I try to get down when he grabs my feet and pulls me towards him. Arnav rolls us and hovers over me, kneeling on my body, with my hands pinned above my head, his face inches close to nibbling my neck.


“Like this.. beneath me…” He bites my flesh just next to the cleavage gently, but still enough to leave a mark. He likes doing that. Alright!! He’s learned that from me. People would find more love bites on his body than mine because I like marking him as mine. I even draw on his back and chest with my lipstick, making patterns and hearts and arrows and what not. Our love making is sometimes even fun activities like these.


“Arnav..” I squeal when he kisses and licks the spot he just nibbled. “I need to use the washroom..”

“Liar..” His open mouthed kisses turn urgent and I know he wouldn’t let me go anywhere until he has his share of his morning dose of kisses from me. I scoop his face and kiss him with equal warmth, holding on to my bladder but not for too long because the moment we pull away to breathe after a mindblowing kiss, Arnav gets up from me and helps me get down the bed.

“Go freshen up. I’ll heat our coffees again.”


I like when he acts so sensible and kind. Raising on my toes, I kiss his chin before rushing to the bathroom.


When I come out using the washroom and scrubbing my face, Arnav is back with our coffee mugs. He is sitting on the three-seater sofa just opposite to the bed while I pick my mug and roam around, taking in the view of this room. It’s beautiful. I’d seen it before but never got to live. That time it felt so bland and not upto my taste but today as I see a picture of me and Arnav taking those marriage vows again in New York, hanging on the wall, I get the vibe that this room now belongs to us.. it always had.


“You can tell me,” Arnav says from behind me as I admire the picture.

“Uh?” I turn around. “Tell you what?” I ask.

He gives me another smile and this one is sarcastic.

“You don’t have to act innocent before me, Khushi. If I know every inch of your body, I’m also aware how keen your brain works, how sensitive your feelings are related to a few topics which still haunt you.”


I bite my lip, before sipping some coffee. Does he know?


Arnav gestures me to come and sit on the couch and now I know he is about to take my class. The best way to come out winning in this round will be to do something he isn’t expecting from me and that is buttering. Yep! I like it when wives butter their husbands sometimes to get their work done. It’s fun and most importantly if for a right cause, it’s their right too. I put the mug aside and instead of sitting on the sofa next to him, I sit on his lap and force Arnav to slide his arms around my waist which he lovingly does.


“What do you mean?” I ask openly.

“Means,” he strokes his thumbs over my satin lingerie at my waist, shooting sparks straight to my lower body.

He knows how to have an interaction with my body whilst our mouths and brain do the talking.

“I know why you wanted to come here with me this time to India, Khushi. Don’t tell me now it is only because you miss me otherwise during that period when I come here. You do, ofcourse,” he kisses my neck, right where my pulse beats for him before continuing. “But this time you have other agenda too. And you didn’t want to tell me thinking I wouldn’t agree for it.”


Gosh! Is he a mind reader?


“Wife-reader” Arnav says reading my unsaid words and winks. I scoop his face for being that good in understanding me and then finally nod.


“When you know my agenda already, why ask me now?”


Arnav smirks.

“Because until you tell me openly, how would I take the further steps to make it happen?”


My eyes widen in surprise.

“You would do it for me?” I ask, anxiously.

“I would do anything for you, baby.” He kisses my lips straight and then pulls away. “But, when you meet that man, I’m going to be next to you. I don’t want you to meet him alone.”


Yes. I would like that too. I want to meet Shashi Gupta once and give that chapter of my life a complete closure. This has been in my head since long but I always thought Arnav would never let me meet him again. My eyes tear up recalling all the omen that happened in my life and Arnav’s because of that man. How could I just live peacefully before venting out my frustration on him and ending that phase of my life where I believed he was the best father to me who only wanted to protect me from harms way.


Arnav wipes my tears away.


“We’ll do this because I know you are strong, Khushi. Much more stronger than I am. He is serving his sentence and even I am curious to see how he is going to face you after knowing that you have known his real side now.”


I nod showing some strength at his words.

“He has played with all of us so much, for so many years, that I couldn’t control myself seeing life paying back to his deeds behind those bars, Arnav. I think I deserve this much.”

“You do,” Arnav wipes my tears and kisses them away. “But there is something else you should know too.”


He becomes serious and I know he is about to shock me with more news.


“Sheetal and her mother, means Shashi Gupta’s first wife are here too.”


My eyes widen in shock.


“But you said they stayed in Australia.”

“Yes, they did. Shashi Gupta used to send them constant money every month for their survival. Now that it’s not happening ever since he is behind the bars, they have returned to India. I’d asked Aman to keep a tab on them and he told me on this morning’s call that they are here from past few months and it seems Sheetal’s mother’s health is constantly on and off these days. Sheetal has no income, no support from any form of charity either as most of them now know that she is Shashi Gupta’s daughter who did black business. So, she has no much help at the moment.”


This is such a shocking news. It cringes me to even hear about her state.


“Can we go there first to see them?” I hopefully asks.


Arnav smiles sadly.

“You want to help them financially?”


I shrug.

“For humanity, Arnav. Sheetal’s mother is not at fault. No woman would want her husband to marry again some rich woman for money and fame even when his first wife is alive. Look I don’t know her side of the story but I know what it means to survive alone.. without even the basic necessities or any support. And most importantly, it’s a mother’s life we are talking about. I couldn’t save my mother, how can I be blind and let Sheetal lose her mother? Sheetal might not consider, but she was always my best friend. I loved her and my friendship was genuine. Yes, she backstabbed me and I’ve nothing to do with her anymore, but if some of my money can be utilized to save a life, I would happily give it away for even a stranger. And Sheetal and her mother is no stranger.”


Arnav pulls me into his embrace and it is then that I realize I have been crying. I feel bad. I feel hurt that one man’s deeds have made so many people go on wrong track, and suffer ultimately.


“I knew you would want to help them,” Arnav adds, stroking my back. “That’s the only reason I asked Aman not to do much except from keeping a watch on them. Now that we are here, I’ll take you there to the hospital first and you can settle off their bills.”


Yes, I will. And I’m happy that Arnav is still supporting me in it. They say women are the strongest supporters to a man’s success, I agree but there are a few men too who would support their wives in every walks of life. Earlier, Arnav might have been off track and we had a lot of hatred and misunderstandings between us to clear off. But now that it’s all transparent between us, I have seen Arnav coming in the list of those men, those good husbands who are the strongest supporters of their partners. I wish this understanding, respect and most importantly the love between us stay like this for the rest of our lives.


I wipe my tears, pull away from the hug and get back on my feet.


“Let’s go, I don’t want to waste time meeting them all.”


He sighs getting on his feet. The next minute he is carrying me in his arms again.

“Lets save time by showering together, then I am going to dress my wife and drive her wherever she wants to go. How about that?” he asks.


It’s the first smile from me again today after all the emotional moments we spent this morning discussing the sensitive subjects. I slide my arms around his neck and nod.


“As you say, Mr. Raizada.”

“On it, Mrs. Raizada,” Arnav winks before leading us to the bathroom.



To be Continued.


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Note: The next chapter will be the last one and will be posted before 31st December 2022.

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