Righting the Wrongs ~ 4 : Minute Smiles, recognizing deeds!

© Lucky

(IV)

He looked around in desperate need for some alone space. His room is now occupied with restless prickly Raizada’s and he, now, isn’t ready yet to start his act before them. Not when he want to vent out the anger of his failure.

Perfectly devised plan, he was so close to getting everything in his hand. Wealth, power and even Khushi-ji was coming in his reach...oh but who is he kidddin'? But he lost it. All because of who? Khushi-ji. The one he loves…no… lusts after.

That chit of a girl!

“Jijaji,” he jerked out of his thoughts, and anger, with the voice coming from behind. HP! He closed his eyes trying to get his expression under check before he turns around to face him.

What a pain in ass is this? Have to behave even before the servant of this house.

“Woh…Didi utgayi. Nani-ji aapko bulane keliye bole hain.” He revised like a parrot to Shyam who stood raising his eyebrows in question.

“Hum aate hain.” Saying Shyam went the opposite way of his room leaving a confused HP standing in the hall way. With a shrug HP went inside the Kitchen to make milk for Anjali as asked, or more like demanded, by Maami.

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“Ch…Chotte?” Anjali’s anxious gaze ran around the room trying to find her Chotte. Her mother’s heart lurched at the thought of her baby brother being hurt. They are saying he’s fine, but not until she sees for herself is she going to believe.

“Di, we’re here.” All moved aside to see Arnav and Khushi along with NK standing at the threshold of the room. His wounds, now cleaned, didn’t look as ugly and bloody as before.

"Chotte..." Anjali couldn't control the tears that made their way down her cheeks and mixing into her tresses as she tried to get up and out of her bed to take her Chotte into her arms. My Chotte! Her heart wept.

"Di...Di, don't!" he came running to her, forcing her back onto the bed. Now placing himself beside her he wiped her tears and caressed her cheek. Anjali could only cry seeing him.

            

“Di, I’m fine.” He said, even though he knows those words wouldn’t convince her. If he know his sister any better he just have to wait for more fussing that’s about to come.

“But Chotte, how did these all happen? You were…”

“Di, hush! You need rest right now. Please sleep. We’ll talk about everything later. Promise!” he said earnestly trying to convince her with his words. He know to console her. But that only stays for a while until then she will be back to crying all over him. He sighed. He cannot do much to change in that. In fact he doesn’t want to change anything in her. His Di, her nature reminded him of his mother. That’s what he want and that’s how he’ll cherish his Di.

She forgot all about her husband, who isn’t even in the room right now, when she saw her brother beside her, trying to calm her down. Like as if she’s the child and he’s the mother while in reality it should happen the other way around.

“Maami-ji, doodh. Didi keliye.” HP interrupted the chain of thoughts of the siblings passing the milk glass to Arnav’s extended hand.

Helping Anjali sit straight he made her drink the milk with his own hands not wanting her to protest on it. She’s too weak to decline the food. And with doctor’s instructions they are now aware how she needs to be looked after even more carefully.

“Your wounds,” Anjali asked once done with her milk. She wasn’t in need of milk then, but when her brother had kept the glass brim near her lips, silently asking her to drink, she could do nothing but comply with his silent request. She saw, noticed, how his eyes held worry. She saw the worry for her as much as she’s worried about him. And didn’t want to dishearten him and completed the milk.

“They aren’t much Di. Khushi cleaned them while we went to change.” He replied putting her worries to rest. Yes Khushi-ji is there to take care of him. But Khushi-ji…

Something like a bulb went off in her mind and she looked behind at her Bhabhi who stood behind everyone fidgeting with her dupatta an expression of pain and something strange she couldn’t catch up on her face. Anjali called her to come near them which Khushi did by coming and standing beside Arnav.

“How did you get these bruises Khushi-ji? And you have come in with Chotte. How...I mean how are you both here like this?” her head swirled with many questions for which she didn’t have answers. She wanted answers for all, but her brother is adamant. She should have known better though, her Chotte and Khushi-ji always walk on the same path. If he didn’t budge then Khushi wouldn’t too. Always following as her husband says. If only she knew everything much better.

“Di, you should rest. We’ll…”

“Tell you everything later? Is it what you wanted to tell?” Anjali asked rising her eyebrows mockingly. Khushi smiled bashfully while Arnav looked away. He know what his Di is hinting at. As husband like wife. Heard that somewhere? You wouldn’t. Because it is something only Anjali could come up with.

“Kitne cute ho tum dono,” Anjali pinched her Chotte’s cheeks, who let out a ‘what the…’, and threw a naughty smile at her Bhabhi who turned even redder if that’s anywhere possible. Anjali felt her insides settle down. Finally she could make them all smile.

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He sat on the poolside recliner staring at the stars in the black and blue sky above, his gaze unnerving. His thoughts scrambled, those he couldn't place perfectly together.

12 days!

It was while tucking in Khushi, who was adamant on not going to sleep.

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"Hume nehi sona Arnav-ji," she stood firm on her word her face twisted into a cute determined frown.

"Khushi, you must be tired. Zid mat karo. Please sleep." He said, a comforting hand on her cheek, not having an inkle of idea why she doesn't want to sleep.

"You aren't?" His face was an evidence of his confusion. Seeing him she clarified. "Aren't you tired?"

"Yes, I am." He admitted. "But I'll sleep a little later. You should sleep Khushi," he almost pleaded but what came next ignited mixed emotions in his body he wasn't able to comprehend.

"Nehi. If I sleep, then you'll again go away. Then this will all be a dream and I'll be crying again tomorrow morning when I wake up," she said it so seriously if in any other situation people would have laughed. But Arnav only felt his eyes getting moist.

He was genuinely touched by her confession and at the same time remorseful. What are the problems had he not caused for the girl before him? And still after all this she is afraid of losing him? Again? Love does play interesting games.

Reasoning to her, making her understand that this is all real and finally giving her a pinch on her hand to make her believe that it’s all real, he lulled her to sleep before coming out to the poolside to think.

And before he was coming out of the room, to his poolside, to spend time bathing in his guilt that is when he saw the date. It’s August 1^st.

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First he didn't give much thought to the date. But when he kept pondering on the happenings in his and Khushi's life it struck him like a lightening. It's only 12 days away from the end of the contract.

Their already incomplete marriage will be broken completely in 12 days. He did prepare real contract papers and according to those his marriage is going to end in 12 days.

He felt panic raising in him. How could he be so negligent? How could he forget about the contract? Not until he registers the marriage officially in the court will they be bonded together as husband and wife in the eyes of the society. Husband and wife in true sense in the eyes of law. Husband and wife in true sense in front of their family.

Yes. He want that. He want to claim Khushi as his and only his. He may have looked mellowed down, but he still carried the possessive instinct in him. If it is his, then it will be his. He don't like sharing what belongs to him.

And only when the marriage is official will he at least be able to look into her eyes without the pain and guilt hanging down his neck. Yes he'll do anything for that to not happen. Any damn thing!

His brain instantly worked with thoughts knowing well that whatever has to be done, should be done in 12 days. If he wastes these days then he for sure will be in a trouble to get what he want. And Arnav Singh Raizada never leaves what he wants.

Now he wants Khushi. He need her to be his. If being his wife is what approves her of his love towards her, then he'll do just that.

Truth be said, Arnav never imagined Khushi to be his without a marriage. Maybe it's her tradition and values or her respect towards marriage that changed him, but he know marriage is the bond that will keep them together till eternity.

So marriage it is!

I'm going to right my wrong now Khushi.

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Forgive the spelling and grammatical mistakes, if you find any. And yes, you're free to point out! I'm all open for corrections. So yes, you're open to point out and show me my mistakes. :-)

Hmm...Arnav has already started to think on mending his relation with Khushi. So Marriage it is...but how's it going to be??

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