Random thoughts about things I currently have an obsession with. Mostly giving me the opportunity to write about things, express myself in a proper and structured way, just kidding I want to talk about my favorite things(IPKKND coz obviously!) found a wonderful platform, thought to get started, so that I can improve my writing coz I love to write.
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I have recently started obsessing following over the IPK tags here in tumblr. And, damn, found so many beautiful writings of the fans. Y'all are so talented. I got inspired, instantly, to start my own thing, here. I hope to be able to create some kind of content for all of you.
I feel like Karadec has really dialed up the fond looks and softly spoken affectionate responses to Morgan being Morgan this season and I am personally liiiiiiving for it
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She kept crying for what felt like hours and sagged into the bench. Exhausted. Her body giving away.
The baby already fast asleep. A few minutes ago she had woken up, crying as loudly as she could to inform about the empty-ness of her small tummy. Khushi had somehow managed to pull herself together and went to the reception for help. They had immediately brought up a bottle of warm milk for the baby.
Already exhausted with all the panic and worry she couldn't help but drift away in deep slumber.
She was knocked up abruptly from her sleep by a nurse. She vaguely registered her voice speaking out, addressing her, to wake up and go see her husband.
She managed to nod her head and raising herself up from the bench clutching the baby carefully. Her grip had somewhat loosened due to the lack of meal last night.
She entered the room where he had been shifted.
"Room no. 326."
The nurse had replied.
She pushed the door open and the cold-ness of the air-conditioner acted like a whiplash on her senses. The door slowly closed behind her. She stared at her husband lying, in the bed, unconscious. An oxygen mask covering up most of his handsome face.
Khushi had always found her husband beautiful outwardly. God had taken a great deal of time to make up his features for that matter.
The chiseled jaw, the beautiful and very expressive set of brown orbs, the long and sleek nose and the pretty but chapped lips.
She kept staring at his ~half covered by oxygen mask~ face.
"I can't say anything right now. If he doesn't wake up in the next ~forty eight or so~ hours, he might be in the risk of slipping into coma." Came tumbling the doctor's words from last evening.
She shivered, recalling the finality in his tone.
Please don't slip into coma.
Please wake up.
Please.
Your daughter needs you.
Your wife needs you.
She knew she was being overly-emotional. Even though he would of course accept his daughter and even embrace her but he would never accept her as his wife. It probably was just wishful thinking.
She also knew that there was no reason for her to yearn for his validation and acceptance of her, she knew she was much better in that sense. She knew she didn't need any man to validate her position anywhere in this life. She was in fact a very proud and sensible woman in that sense.
But nevertheless. She had always felt this inexplicable urge to give him the tightest bear hug ever since she had laid her eyes on him. She had weirdly felt that the man might be in an urgent need for it.
She had always found herself thinking about him in her idle time. Ways in which she could have helped him get over his state had he just asked her for her help.
And yet she also understood the difficulty of opening up about such a dark past to a complete stranger.
She had kind of grown a fond-ness for her husband.
Arnav Singh Raizada.
So much for not seeking out help for his condition.
"Why did you do this to us?"
She found herself wailing out, miserably failing to contain the sob that was bubbling out from her weak being once again.
"Why...?"
And she broke out into another miserable sobbing once more.
After going back to the penthouse, to freshen up, she quietly turned the key to open the door.
The baby, meanwhile, sleeping peacefully in a cot beside her father's bed, in the hospital.
She gingerly entered the apartment. Fearing the sight that would welcome her in the kitchen.
Horrific flashbacks from last evening came tumbling into her memory continuously.
Drops of panic starting to spread into her insides. She tried to will herself into calmness.
She kept trodding further inside the penthouse, closing the door behind her.
The sight of the kitchen doorframe instantly had her sprinting for the bedroom. Her limbs shaking with the trauma. She tried strip away from her clothes and take a bath somehow.
The cold water running through her body somewhat relaxed her from the panic.
She wore a new set of clothes shakily and walked towards the kitchen keeping her eyes closed.
"Please be clean."
She turned on the lights and kept chanting continuously as if the floor would listen to her and would clean itself up immediately.
She slowly opened one of her eyes and then the other. Sagging against the doorframe, she felt her body relaxing at the sight of a clean and spotless floor and instantly recalled that the penthouse was assigned to domestic helps, who regularly used to come in to clean the whole apartment.
Relief now coursing through her veins, she again broke out into sobs.
After a few minutes of crying and sniffing she went about the kitchen to make something for her starved self.
Occasionally, the memory of her husband lying behind her would pop up randomly in her mind and as a reflex she would try to dodge around it only to realize that he was now lying in that hospital bed, probably safe.
She tried to imagine him walking into this very space at that time and fishing out the largest chef-knife, which she hardly ever used because of its obvious enormity. She played in her mind the way he would have pulled out the knife and whether he would have thought about her and her reaction to this drastic decision that he had taken.
She wondered whether he would have even considered her presence in his mind and life, enough to think about her reaction.
She jerked away from that chain of thoughts and instead concentrated on her food.
After finishing her meal, she cleaned up the kitchen and went back to the hospital.
The day went by in a whoosh, with her sitting beside her husband's bed staring at him; waiting for him to wake up.
That night she once more fell asleep with trails of dried tears streaking her cheeks. She woke up the next morning only to repeat what she had done the last night from reaching the penthouse, freshening up, getting dressed, preparing her meal, eating it, occasionally getting the flashbacks and shivering from the horror of it, cleaning up the kitchen and going back to the hospital room to stare at her husband wait for him to wake up.
However, as evening was fast turning into its darker counterpart, worry started gnawing at her insides again.
She kept praying to all the gods of the world while looking intently at his medical reports to spot some kind of miracle which could help him to gain his consciousness but she couldn't find anything as such.
And suddenly.
"Water."
She heard a low rasp and looked up at the man in front of her. Thanking the gods for listening to her prayers, she quickly picked up the glass from the side table and held it to his lips.
She hesitantly slipped her left hand behind his neck and held the glass in her right.
But as soon as she did it, he choked on the water and coughs started bubbling out from his weak being. She helped him sit up on the bed and kept the glass firmly to his dried lips to help him down the liquid slowly and more carefully.
She saw him gradually come to his senses as he carefully looked around himself. As if a mind of their own, her fingers quickly pulled up his medical reports and she firmly kept her gaze at them.
She didn't know the reason but slow and blind rage started creeping into her being and she found herself clenching her teeth to somehow rein it all in.
She stubbornly kept staring at the reports even when she sensed his gaze on her.
She knew she was being stupid because a moment ago she was the one who could do anything for him to wake up and yet now when he had woken up she felt nothing but angry.
Angry for putting her through all this. Angry for not thinking through his decision.
Angry for not thinking about his daughter and who would be responsible to raise her.
Angry for so many things.
And yet, she did not find it in herself to point out her objections at this specific moment. Tired as she already was by all the things that was going on around her from the past two days.
So, she looked up from the file and unsprisingly found her husband's eyes already on her.
She raised an eyebrow to question him for god knows what.
She somewhat felt him turning red, before he cleared his throat and asked the one thing she wouldn't have ever prepared herself for out of all the things in the world.
FOR REAL. AND THIS IS EVERYONE WHO COME, READ AND LEAVE WITHOUT DROPPING A LIKE OR COMMENT. FOR THE LAST TIME. I. WILL. LOVE. YOUR. LIKE. OR. COMMENT. BYE.
You remember that scene from part 3 where both Khushi and AV were staying over NK's house at the weekend? The morning when Khushi woke up in a happy mood and subconsciously made two cups of tea? We were robbed off the many things that the author could have given us. Let's create something in that line. Aao. :)
“Stop.” She whispered as the moment froze and silently melted into her veins. Why? Why had she said the word? She didn’t want him to stop. She…Her throat clenched as she blinked and shifted from her place.
She scrunched up her eyes shut. Already frustrated of trying to avoid what she wanted so bad. She felt heat surrounding her senses and a warm breath fanning her face. He came closer to her if that was still possible.
He inched up his hands slowly towards her back and placed them on her back ever so lightly. He knew her state. He knew she was feeling conflicted. She was trying to fight the 'potential betrayal' that she could face again if she so happened to trust him again. But, the attraction was becoming as strong as powerful gusty winds, difficult to resist by each passing day.
He understood her turmoil because he too was in the same turmoil. Trying to figure out what exactly was going on with his heart nowadays.
He saw her eyes relaxing but remained closed. Her lips trembling ever so slightly. She looked so kissable at that moment. He could literally kill to kiss her at that moment. But she had whispered him to stop.
He had given her the options. And she had chosen to stop.
He closed his eyes, took off his glasses and placed his lips softly on her forehead.
I love you Khushi.
He gingerly pulled back a little to gauge her reaction. She looked so calm and peaceful.
He felt his eyes welling up with the intensity of emotions running inside him. He felt guilty for running away and never contacting her back ever again. He felt angry on himself. He felt pitiful for himself.
He could literally go down on his knees and join his hands to beg for her forgiveness.
And even then she would reject me and my apology.
He slipped in his glasses and slowly peeled himself out of her space and left the kitchen.
Khushi opened her eyes only to feel cold chilly air surrounding her devoid of the heat that had enveloped a few moments ago.
She instantly missed his presence.
His gaze.
On her.
The warmth.
She turned to the counter behind her only to find two mugs of tea innocently sitting on it, waiting to be sipped. Already in the brink of going down the room temperature.
She quickly picked up the mugs and went off towards the attic where he had spent the night.
She went up the staircase. Her steps slow and tentative. Confused as she was, by the un-seen part of Nishant Sir's beautiful house.
She knocked the door but no one answered. So she walked in.
The interiors were as beautifully furnished as the rest of the house had been.
Two single beds occupying the two extreme sides of the attic, covered with plush silk bed covers. Sets of three pillows arranged neatly on it. A miniature sized rocking chair placed somewhere in the middle of the room. A window being the highlight, the central part of the room, sunlight running in through it, with full galore. The roof above, bent to the sides, giving it a somewhat triangular shape. A carry bag resting on one of the beds indicating it's owner.
"Wow."
The only word she could manage to whisper out.
Someone behind her cleared their throat. She came back from the trance, she had slipped into. She started without a preamble.
"Hi. Listen I accidently made an extra cup of tea so I thought I could give it to my.. AV sir so please let him know when he comes back."
She quickly went up to the window and placed the cup securely at its edge.
When she turned back to leave, she saw her AV sir smiling back at her with his smile that had the potential to make her nervous and jittery irrespective of what age she was or had been; today or a decade back.
"I didn't know I was yours Khushi." he exclaimed.
"You never told me that you have such a strong sense of possessiveness towards me." he whispered walking towards her with that slow predative pace. His voice barely a rasp.
He was again standing as close to her as he had been a few moments ago in the kitchen.
At this point, Khushi was fighting tooth and nail to avoid looking at his lips.
Hey shivji why did it have to be him out of all the people in this whole damn house? Why do you hate me so much?
Clearing her throat, she averted her gaze and mumbled, "I was going to say my boss but then I thought it was better not to, so I said AV sir instead."
I so wish I could acknowledge the possessiveness I feel for you dammit. Fuck.
But Arnav Varun was on cloud nine. Even if it had been a moment of confusion and yet the universe had conspired for him to hear the words right from his lady-love say out loud to him.
He started walking towards her with some unknown kind of hunger. The desire still thrumming through his veins were yet to subside when universe once again conspired to throw him in front of her.
He kept taking ~oh-so-slow~ steps with that fixating gaze.
His gaze was making her nervous she started stepping back. One step at a time. Until there was no space left to step back. She was trying to avoid looking directly at him. At his eyes. Those honey brown sunrise-irises cutting through the invisible but ever-present lens of his rim-less glasses. Few strands of his hair falling down on his forehead from the side, making her want to run her fingers through them.
She was trying so hard to suppress the urge to do something. Anything.
Running her fingers through his soft and silky tresses.
Running away and out of this room, and perhaps out of Detroit itself.
Pull out his glasses and hold his face with both her hands.
Pushing him away from her and giving him an earful for violating her space twice in a row this morning.
Yank him out his t-shirt and run her fingers through the entire expanse of his torso and the angry gash that ran about the length of his arm.
Hey shivji! Yeh hum kya-
He looked at her face, eyes scrunched up shut, glasses slightly displaced upwards, lips trembling chanting something incoherent.
He swallowed on his own saliva. At that exact moment, he stood so close to her. He could see each and every fiber of her being at a microscopic accuracy.
Her scrunched up eyes and nose, her li-
I need to step away.
I need to stop.
Khushi has told me to stop.
Arnav, rukh jao.
He closed his eyes and commanded himself to step away-
Bas ek baar..
Jyada nahi kuch...
He opened his eyes only to find her looking at him with an ardent curiosity and something else he didn't want to name yet.
He bent down towards her slowly.
But she might have gotten some other idea as she again closed her eyes shut. A strange sense of anticipation overtook her whole being.
He slowly extended his arm to grab the mug that she had earlier placed. The tea having already become as cold as a chilled glass of water.
Koi baat nahi hum isse garam karke pilenge.
Isse kaise chhor sakte hain..
Yeh humare liye Khushi ne banaya tha.
Nevertheless, he picked up the mug and stepped back and walked away, having already understood the idea that she might have gotten when she saw him bending towards her.
Kamaal hai khud mana karne ke baad khud hi ekdum ready ho gayi.
Khushi aapne hume maar dalne ka faisla kar hi liya hai shayad.
A wistful smile appearing on his lips, he walked away with a heavy heart.
Khushi breathed a sigh of relief and disappointment.
Stomping her feet on the floor, she humphf-ed and left the room to get ready for their departure.
When she came out of her room into the main hall she could hear music flowing out from the den. Toweling her still dripping hair she went down the staircase only to come face to face with the man who she could kill to avoid.
He was showered and dressed up in a beige turtle-neck, sleeves rolled up to his forearms (HEY SHIVJI.) dark blue jeans, with a pair of woolen flip-flops on either foot. Hair washed and gelled back neatly to perfection. The frame of his rimless glasses matching the color of his turtleneck.
She kept ogling at him until someone in the room cleared their throat. She looked away and found Nishant sir and Divya ma'am smiling at her sheepishly. The rest of the gang busy in setting up the instruments. She smiled back at them feigning innocence and settled herself on the couch.
Out of the corner of her eyes suddenly she saw AV moving around the den and picking up his guitar. He settled himself on the his favorite bar-stool and put his guitar on his lap gently.
Within a few seconds, the room was filled with music again and everyone else listened to it. The den earlier springing with music and chatter, surprisingly became as quiet as an examination hall.
"Chhupana bhi nahin aata
Chhupana bhi nahin aata
Jatana bhi nahin aata..
Hume tumse mohabbat hai
Batana bhi nahi aata
Chhupana bhi nahin aata
Jatana bhi nahin aata..
Hume tumse mohabbat hai
Batana bhi, nahi aata
Chhupana, bhi, nahin aata
Jatana, bhi, nahin aata..."
To say Khushi was shocked would be an understatement. Not because of the choice he had made but because he had sung the lines looking directly at her. With an un-flinching, un-wavering and un-disturbed gaze trained on her. Just her.
"Hatheli par tumhara naam,
Likhte hai, mitate hai,
Tumhi se pyaar, karte hai,
Tumhi se, hi kyon chupate hai
Tumhi se, hi kyon chupate hai
Juban pe baat hain lekin
Sunana hi nahin aata
Hume tumse
mohabbat hai
Batana bhi, nahi aata
Chhupana, bhi, nahin aata
Jatana, bhi, nahin aata.."
She saw a sad smile pass his face when he broke the eye-contact he was meticulously maintaining a few lines ago. As if he really had done..
No Khushi. Stop day dreaming. Aisa kuch nahi hai..
He is just singing a song. Bas. That's it.
His voice flinched a little this time. He kept looking somewhere down while singing.
"Chori chori
chupke chupke
Tumko dekha karte hai
Hey..Chori chori
chupke chupke
Tumko dekha karte hai
Haale dil sunane se
Na jane kyon darte hain
Na jane kyon darte hain
Kitna pagal dil hai mera
Manana bhi nahi aata
Hume tumse mohabbat hai
Batana bhi nahi aata
Chhupana, bhi nahin aata
Jatana, bhi, nahin aata
Chhupana bhi nahin aata
Jatana bhi nahin aata
Hume tumse mohabbat hai
Batana bhi nahi aata.."
As the next stanza came about a new energy singed through his stance. Slowly and gradually she realized that his cheeks were turning into a tint of pink.
She couldn't quite understand this set of incidents. Was he really in lo-
Did he really loved her?
Suddenly her phone's ringtone tore through the beautiful tranquility that the room had been surrounded with. She turned out its volume and quietly excused herself out of the den, unknown to a longing gaze by a certain someone as the song came to an end.
[Psst...psst idhar aao @arshifiesta this is my latest submission along with this whole damn blog that is, lol.]
Y'ALL. I CRIED BUCKET LOADS IN THIS ONE.😭🤌 And for the record let me tell you something i have never laugh-cried (like both simultaneously. Like you are crying and in the midst of tears this damn movie makes you laugh as well. Like yeah. Lol.) in ANY of the movies i have watched up until now. Ok. Bye. Go and watch it. KA needs some much needed support from all of us for FANTABULOUS performance.
Word Prompt "Colly wobbles" for the IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta by @arshifiesta.
Character: Kaveri Khushi Gupta, Arnav Varun a.k.a AV
FF: A River Runs Through It
Author: meera30
Reason: Coz I am in love with this ff right now. Now stop finding reasons and read on.
Khushi didn't know how did he do it. It was freezing cold outside in Detroit and here was the man in question giving out a presentation which he had prepared ~in merely five minutes~ before the meeting had to be started urgently.
Clad in a crisp white shirt rolled up to his forearms, the angry gash visible just as a slip of cut, the jacket and the waistcoat already lying on the chairback. Tie hanging a lil bit loose from its usual place. Shiny charcoal colored trousers hugged his legs like a second skin. Yet, he looked as fresh and energetic as ever.
Illegal.
How can he be so perfect?
Why did I of all people had to fall for him?
She knew that her being physically bulky had nothing to do with who she fell in love with. And yet she felt a bit wretched for having fallen for such a personification of perfection.
Sometimes, she didn't know which one was more comforting? To have been immune from his charm and just keeping to herself in college or having badly fallen for him strong enough to keep away all the strangers she had met just so she could forget that one man. And yet, the 'date other men to forget him' idea was as terrible as it sounded.
As she could go no further then two minutes of looking at them and instantly comparing them to him. She knew she was being horribly desperate. But then anyone would be if the man in question was the subject of discussion...
She started scribbling an insignia (for the umpteenth time) in her notepad which she had used earlier to jot down the good points.
"Ms. Gupta. Its good that you are at least concentrating on something but I would much rather that something to be nothing but this presentation."
Arnav Varun was looking at her with that knowing smile as if he had found a key to a mystery puzzle he was looking for. His glasses gleaming at an angle.
Embarrassed at being in the wrong side, Khushi immediately changed the page and looked up at the projector screen.
"Sorry sir."
Did he know?
Had he seen her drawing his name initials in her notepad with such an interest?
What was with that smile?
And yet now he continued with his presentation as if nothing had happened. Voice unflinching and firm. Emanating an authority. An air of importance.
Hey shivji! Why do I have to be the one target that you are never tired of playing with?
The gravel in his voice still used to send chills down her spine in a good way of course.
"Okay everyone that would be it for now. If I happen to have something else I would be calling all of you back. Please be ready for more impromptu meetings this week. If anyone has any questions please do ask or you're free to leave, thank you for your attention."
Khushi gingerly raised up from her chair praying to let her go to a certain someone sitting in the Kailash parvat with his wife who loved creating sweet troubles for her in situations like these. She quickly wanted to slip away along with the rest of the others.
But, Arnav Varun didn't let that happen. He looked up from his laptop at her.
Please don't tell me to stay back.
Please tell me the one thing I am yearning to hear from you for half a decade now.
Please let me go.
Please stop me and kiss me.
Hey shivji! She might have as well become a lunatic by now.
She was about to leave when..
"Khushi.."
She turned back only to find him sitting at his chair relaxed. All tension and seriousness gone with everyone else from the room. He sipped his glass of chilled water.
There was something in this man that made her feel at peace and nervous at the same time.
"Yes sir."
She heard the sound of her voice which shivered slightly.
Don't get the wrong idea okay? I am DEFINITELY NOT scared of you.
"No 'sir' please, just AV, when we are alone."
"Okay.. AV.'
He smiled.
"Show me your notepad once Khushi."
NO. PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
'Uhh.. I am in need of it urg-"
"Yeah yeah I know you need it I had seen you noting down points in it. But please I assure you I don't eat paper and I would return it within a few sec. Please?"
Khushi very hesitantly held it out and before he could open it to her eternal mortification and second hand embarrassment, Arjun's name came flashing out on her mobile screen.
A whole wave of relief hit her whole being as she excused herself to pick it up as an important call, leaving behind all her things in the room.
After fifteen minutes when she came back to her cabin she realized she had left all her things in the meeting room. She was about to sprint back to the room. When she spotted her things: her laptop bag, her water bottle and her notepad neatly sitting in the center of her desk.
At lunch break, she entered the cafeteria and already found the whole team along with (of course) AV himself sitting at the corner-most booth. She walked up and sat at the chair two seats away from him. She saw his phone lying on the table.
Suddenly it came alive with a notification and she saw the lock screen. A sprawly drawing. Careless strokes of blue ball point pen. Carved into the paper on a ruled page which seemed familiar.
An insignia, which she had scribbled on her notepad, out of boredom, sitting in the meeting room, a few hours ago. She couldn't believe her eyes.
Heat rushed to her ears and a slow blush crept onto her face and refused to go away. She couldn't believe the fact that Arnav Varun had taken a click of her drawing and set it as the lock screen on his phone.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him check the notification and quickly closed off the screen, checking if anyone else noticed it or not and went back to the conversation going on.
Khushi couldn't pull out the image of her insignia on his phone screen. Her mind kept replaying the image and she couldn't stop herself from blushing. Her body had gone into over-drive. Her heart was fluttering. Her hands and legs felt shaky. Her palms felt clammy. Warmth surrounding her face and neck and the rest of her body. Her stomach was in colly-wobbles.
Hey shivji, please, I must be looking like an idiot. Please help me staaaap this blushing, my cheeks are hurting now. Uff. Stupid AV. Stupid me.
1. Lol. Tom and Jerry. Naniji and mamiji. Any difference? Not at all.
2. Anyways. Back to Laxminagar. Khushi and her woh. Laard Governor.
3. Payal, for the umpteenth time, reminds her lil sister that she wouldn't be able to get a naukri in this 'anjaan sheher'.
4. And Khushi instantly realizes no. Khushi. No. I said don't. Please don't go to that snake. Please Khushi no. Please stay away from him. Please. Khushi. I SAID. NO.
5. I think there was some shooting glitch here. When Khushi and Payal were shown in Laxminagar there was night outside but when we came back to Shantivan it was daytime again and the preparations for that puja was going on. Hmm. Seems like nobody realized it. Anyways.
6. Lol. But sad as well. Mamiji is so affection deprived. She so wants her sasu-o-maa to give her the same amount of attention and affection but she just doesn't get it. IDK what's wrong with Naniji.
7. NGL but Arnav looks so dumb standing like a pole in the temple. They could have suggested him some kind of pose like folding his hands over his chest or holding his hands at the back in that 'stand at ease' soldier pose. That could have looked much better idk. *shrugs*
8. And Bitwa's poker face while performing the aarti. Like. Lol. But it's so sweet he is doing it for his di and his family.
9. Oh. God. Mamiji missed the affectionate gaze she received from naniji. See y'all? Naniji doesn't outright hate her. She just doesn't show it in front of her. The admiring gaze was so heart warming oh my gosh.
10. Lol. "Hum bol rahe hain." "Kamaal hai." "Humare khayalaat itne milte hain. Yahan bhi hum e bol rahe hain." NGL. But that was funny y'all. Fuck you, Shyam. Making nice jokes now. But lemme tell you something else as well. He is acting ignorant here. He 100% realized her voice and was definitely trying joke-flirt with her.
11. "Amma, babuji aur buaji ke baare mein bhi toh soch na?" Lol. Khushi is instant. "Ab unhe kyun naukri karni hai?" Lol. No Khushi no. You got the wrong idea, dear. Lmao this girl.
12. It's really so sad to see him so broken like this. Anjali di can clearly see that he has still not moved on from that hell of a trauma that he had to receive all those years back. She can clearly see that he still has not moved on from it. She so wants someone to help him come out of this dark lonely shell he has locked himself in.
13. Khushi convinces buaji to let her help in the orders for the sarees.
14. Ofcourse Khushi will get confused by the name of the house she had to go to: Shantivan yaa Nandavan.
15. Of course the guard from Shantivan will come and inquire about her presence. And of course she will ask to go in.
16. Of course bitwa will hit and miss her even though he would be in the same house at the same time, even though he should have left for his office until now.
17. Okay so both Anjali and Khushi have the knowledge about those 'kaam ache se ban jaye wale' tips. Anjali helps her in the choice of foot to enter and Khushi eyes feast on the beautiful visuals of Shantivan. And also that 'piche se nahi tokte' one is so damn real. Even my mother follows it y'all.
18. Khushi's mannerisms scream middle-class and yet Anjali doesn't seem to care even a bit. Rather she is quite amused to see her innocence and genuine-ity.
19. Soon, Anjali realizes that naniji would rather enjoy seeing those chikankari saree samples more than her. Coz she of course doesn't wear these( IDK I might be wrong but I think she wears sarees from AR's saree collections that Arnav got for her? IDK. *shrugs*)
20. Khushi on seeing that Anjali is limping suggests that she could show her the way to the room and Khushi would manage the rest. So Anjali calls for raheem chacha.
21. But raheem chacha leaves her before giving her some vague instructions.
22. And Khushi is left all alone in the middle of two ways. So how will she choose the path? Of course her jingle. Kya hua? Yaad nahi aaya? Arre woh. Arre wohi bhul bhulaiya chale hai paiya wala. From the first episode. Ab aaya? Yaad? Hmm wohi wala. So which rasta did mori maiyya show last time? Arnav-rasta. So which rasta will she show her this time? Hard to guess? I don't think so. Batao batao. *wiggles eyebrows*
23. Lol. She peeks inside Arnav's room calling out for naniji. Lol. Khushi. I just. *exhales* Don't have any words for you.
24. No Khushi. Lol. Sirf tumhara Laard Gorvernor hi rehta hai ITNEEEEE bade kamre mein. Lol.
25. She calls out 'naniji' standing in the middle of the room and there comes 'naniji' clad in a grey charcoal three-piece suit with a cool electric guitar bg.
26. Khushi starts to get the hint that she might be in the wrong room when Lakshmiji comes running out of nowhere.
27. Raheem chacha comes right after her in tow to catch her. He quickly takes her from Khushi and tells her to leave the room this instant as no one is allowed to enter this room.
28. Of course Khushi would instantly leave the room intentionally forgetting that she was having a 'gathri' along with her. Kyunki bhai agar woh gathri lene murti toh woh Laard Governor dekh nahi leta usko? Why would they want to ruin their thousandth hit and miss. Lol. Whatever. Back to the epi.
29. Khushi leaves the room from the front door EXACTLY the moment when Arnav enters the room through his bathroom. Lol. They might have realized later ki arre iss room mein toh washroom hi nahi hai toh chalo iss entrance ko hi washroom bana dete hain kisiko kya hi pata chalega ki yeh hum already dikha chuke hain as an entrance. Lol. Another example jahan public ko ch_tiya samajhkar mamu banaya gaya hai. Lol. Sorry for my language but couldn't resist it. Whatever. Back to the epi.
30. Anjali di enters right after her chhotte complaining about his laziness for cleanliness.
31. Of course Khushi would recall about her gathri EXACTLY when Arnav would notice it lying on his recliner. GUYS. FUCKING MOVE ON. FAST OKAY? PLEASE. ALL THESE HITS AND MISSES ARE IRRITATING THE FUCK OUT OF ME NOW. PLEASE.
32. Oh. So. Episode is over. Wow. What a waste. Pura episode hi filler tha kya? Bas yahan-wahan karne mein hi time waste ho gaya. Whatever. Ok bye. God bless you.
A Request By A Friend (@featheredclover this is for you)
An alternate ending to this post.
*Pregnancy test - Positive*
Arnav (grinning) : KHU-
Khushi : What the fuck!?!?
*grin drops immediately*
Arnav (mouth is a perfect 'o' and gets up to face her) : KHU-
Khushi (exasperated) : Haan. Hum jaante hain. Hume mat samjhaaiye. Dammit.
*humphs and tries to leave*
*grabs her arm and yanks her softly to his chest*
Arnav (huskily) : What did you just say?
Khushi (nervous and nose turns red) : Woh- hum-
Arnav(raises an eyebrow; is damn excited) : Hmm, tum? Kya?
Khushi: Woh hum, sorr-
Arnav puts his lips on hers to quieten her.
*gets lost in the madness of passion*
*after two hours*
Anjali (outside their bedroom door): Chhotte? Khushiji? Aap dono under hain?
