© Lucky
Chapter-1
(Introducing Insecurities)
I tried giving her many hand signs, praying for all
the gods, yes you heard right...THE GODS, to let her understand my wish.
I don't want them in house. My instincts jumping on me to stop her from doing
any folly she would later on regret doing.
I never want Khushi to repent anything she does.
I don't like taking decisions in the nick of time, in a hurry, without a
thought. That will create a mess later. And I don't want Khushi to be a part of
any mess she herself created.
But, pray tell me, why will she listen to my words?
Now if I do think back, when did she ever listen to my words, lest warnings? I
actually loves it when she backfires my words. But not now...
'I like the way you are Khushi!'
My words, back on the day, when we went to the date
on her insistence hit me with a pang making me guilty. How ironic, now I want
her to listen to me when the same me had been saying, indirectly, that I like
her standing against me? But I felt that I had a reasonable reason to stop her
from doing what she is about to, now.
"Arnav-ji, kuch boliye na?" Khushi's
constant nudge brought me back to this world. I understood that she's asking me
to tell Sheetal to come to our house. But how can I?
"Yeah, Khushi's right." I conceded still
unable to do anything. I trust my gut at the same time I cannot upset Khushi. I
know how much mehman nawazi is important for her. And also it isn't like
I can say on her face to not come to our house. What will I say the reason for?
As much as everyone finds it difficult to believe, I too have some manners left
in me.
"Okay." I heard Sheetal agree feeding
more to my suspicions, still a question on which suspicions. I am unable to
point out the wrong in this. At the same time I so don't feel any good
intention from her side.
"Mamma, who's this uncle?" I heard the
kid beside her ask, turning everyone's attention to him. And yes, the boy too.
What is going wrong in here? I felt the curiosity and twinkle in his eyes
unnerve me. Strange on how, but the kid is....different!
"He's my good friend from college, Aarav. His
name is Arnav." Sheetal introduced with a smile throwing a wary glance my
side. What's the additional adjective before 'friend'? Good? When have I been a
good friend to anyone? Heck, I didn't even had a friend. And I never remembered
being good to Sheetal. Back those days, even then, she used to give me bad
jitters. I definitely did keep away from her except for a project on which we
were partnered together. Bad days not to be remembered.
And Arnav? The sound is so foreign to me. No one
calls me Arnav. Absolutely no one. And I've warned Sheetal to call me ASR not
Arnav when she tried then. Arnav? Sheesh! Nobody except my wife can call me
with my first name. And alas! My wife doesn't do. I've to work on that. Maybe
tonight I ca...
"Arnav-ji, where are you lost?" Khushi's
nudge and hiss is what brought me back again. Khushi's rubbing on me, I guess.
I'm zoning out more.
"Hi," I waved at the kid who stood before
me waiting for my greeting. Well, midget, you aren't getting more than a 'Hi'
from me. But he waved back in excitement. My frown deepened. Kids like me too?
I threw back a glare at my wife silently showing
her my displeasure with her not listening to my words. But as like my Khushi
is, she threw it away with a dazzling smile so infectious I couldn't help but
crack my lips at that. She's something!
"And this is my wife, Khushi." I
introduced her to the kid. It wasn't any planned. By instinct I pulled her
close to me coiling my hand around her slim petite waist clad in her blue
anarkali suit.
Sheetal looked down as if uncomfortable and also I
spared a glance the kid to see his eyes burning. He's angry on me? Following
his gaze I spotted my wife in my arms who now is best red. I smiled and then
frowned. Why is the kid glaring at Khushi.
Shuffling a little I pulled her out of his gaze
bidding bye to Sheetal and him. Wow ASR, you're wary of a kid? My mind
mocked but I shut it down immediately. The happenings are not looking
favourable.
~
"Khushi, why don't you listen to me for
once?" I asked her as I pulled her towards me. Away from Sheetal, away
from that kid, we are now safe in home, in our room.
"Arey, sun toh rahi hu na? Boliye, kya
hain?" She smiled like a delighted kid. Urgh! Was that meant to be a joke?
That's sick...
"You very well know what I'm talking about
Khushi." I gritted my teeth in annoyance. Arnav Singh Raizada is
currently unavailable for humour, please try again later. Was that
laughable? My bad, I can't joke.
"Arnav-ji, leave me. I've to help Jiji and
HP-ji in making lunch."
Yes, that is.
"First answer me then I'll leave you." I
bargained. I'm a businessman. Deal toh banta hain boss.
"What is there to answer, Arnav-ji. She's
you're friend. New to India. And also she has a kid. They don't have a proper
to place to stay, Arnav-ji. It's only reasonable to offer them courtesy."
She explained. Damn! She has a point. But still I'm not convinced.
Before I could open my mouth and say the same,
Khushi ran away from my arms using the momentary zoning of mine to her
advantage. There goes my chance at giving a lecture again.
~
"Aman, I want the accounts on my desk to be
sent to the auditor on my table today by the evening. I don’t know if he
exerts, extra works or prays them to complete. I want them today that’s it.” I
passed my orders just like I do to Aman.
“I’ll inform him, sir. Anything else?”
“Nothing for now,” I dismissed him with a wave
frowning at my work. There’s much pending on my table, I’ve to recruit someone
to assist Aman. Or else, I could create a temporary job to work aside with Aman
sharing his work load? Poor lad is hard working. But now the time it’s too hard
to keep up with work. Even I’m played by the stress.
As I was about to busy myself in my files, my phone
that is royally seated on it’s throne, the cell phone stand, grunted alerting
me a call. I followed the clock to see the time. 2:00 pm in the noon. I frowned
wondering who it would be, so eager to take my wrath, at a time my family well
knows that I’m unavailable? This time I’m usually busy with my work.
‘Khushi, the Chammak Challo’
Of course I should have guessed! One she has the
dare to play with a probably angry lion waiting for a prey. And the caller
name…remind me again why did I make her learn how to change a name in the
caller book?
“Hello,” I called into the phone distracted with a
million and one thoughts running through my mind. Yesterday it was ‘Jalebi Bai’
today it’s ‘Chammak Challo’. Tomorrow what will it be? ‘Dhanno?’ or ‘Jhalli
Rani?’ It maybe ‘Munni’ too? Who can understand the mad rush of her brain?
“Arnav-ji, what are you doing?” she successfully
pulled me out my thoughts making me perplexed.
“What the…!” the endearment left even without my
control. “Khushi, I’m in office. What would I do other than work?” I asked exasperated.
“Yes, that’s right.” I heard her sheepish reply.
Something is really up with her.
“Is this the reason why you called me?” I demanded
the answers. As much as angry a lion can be, this lion can melt in a second
hearing his wife’s loving words. Sorry for hoping much!
“No!”
“Then?”
“It’s that. Sheetal-ji is coming home today evening
after she’s up with her job searching. She called home. I wanted to ask if you
could come a little early today?” her hopeful softened me but the mention of
other name had successfully stopped me from melting into my wife’s words
agreeing to her wishes.
“Khushi,” I started in a comforting tone, just like
a mother talks to a child. She has to be convinced gently. “If she’s coming
home, let her. I’m not going to make amends in my work and timings because we
are having guests, that too whom I outright rejected inviting, at home. Nor I
did before never will do that. Okay?” my voice turned stern unknowingly.
“Okay.” I heard the petulance in her voice and
sighed. Some other offer to bring her back to normal?
“What about a dinner date tonight? After the date
you arranged we hadn’t went on one. What say?” I asked praying all the gods
above me to make her agree and normal. Khushi and upset don’t bode well
together.
“Na baba…na. We have guests at home, it would be
bad on our manners to go out to enjoy when we have guests at home.” Now that I
think, I guess, every god pretty much turned their faces away at my request.
True, ASR and gods don’t go on the same line.
“But Khushi, there will be others right? Nani, Di…”
“Arnav-ji! You said you won’t come home soon,
that’s alright. I didn’t push you. You also have to agree with something of my
choice right?” she asked and I felt it only reasonable. Why does my wife have
to become a diplomat justice in mere seconds?
“Okay.” I agreed with same reluctance as she
sounded a while ago. Why does everyone say that we don’t match? We’re very much
the attracted magnets.
“Hum rakte hain,”
“Bye.” I cut the call and sighed. So now I have to
be conscious and careful in my own house? ‘Hey
Devimaiyya!’
There will be an unwanted guest in MY home, the one
whom I doesn’t approve off but MY wife does. I already gave into one of her
choices.
Wait…
She played me. I already gave into one of her choices
by accepting Sheetal to be invited to our home, and when she accepted mine, we
became equal. But she played me saying I have to agree to her. There goes my
romance in drain.
ASR beta, from when did you start thinking and
sulking like a kid?
{~.~}
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