ArHi OS: Her British Raizada!

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Her British Raizada!

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“Why me?” he asked her.

“Because all of the other ones were perverted!” she filed her nails.

“You do realize that I don’t love you… right?”

“Yes I know that British Raizada!” she yawned and fell back on the bed.

“Then why did you marry me?”

“I just said… that all of the other ones were perverted… and you seemed naïve…”

By this time she was laying on the bed with Arnav walking back and forth, thinking of how this girl had ruined her life.

“I can never love you…” he blurted.

“I know you have a girlfriend… and I don’t mind if you wanna be with her… we got married in India but we’re here in London… so do what you want and I’ll do what I want. Simple as…”

Arnav thought for a while, and then her agreed.

“Fine with me…”

And by this time she was already snoring in a taekwondo form.

He shifted her legs on one side of the bed and adjusted himself on his side of the bed.

***

A few days passed by with Arnav and Khushi having only casual talks. They didn’t even become friends yet till today, when Arnav arrived drunk at midnight.

“Khushi…” he called out to her.

He stumbled while walking towards their room which was on the same floor.

Khushi came out of the washroom, rubbing her eyes and whining.

“What is it British Raizada!” she said in irritation.

“She doesn’t love me…” he sulked on the chair.

“Who?”

“Linda… she… she… broke up with… me…”

Khushi could see the sadness on his face. And soon after she felt him sobbing with his hands covering his face.

“British Raizada…” she knelt down to him.

She rubbed his back slightly, soothing him and trying to make him calm.

“It’s ok… shh… she didn’t deserve you…” Khushi tried consoling him.

“No Khushi… it’s me… no one loves me… I’m not worth anything and I don’t deserve anyone. I promised her I’ll marry her, and I got married to you. We don’t have a normal husband wife relationship… and… everything’s just f*cked up!” he groaned.

“No… nothing’s messed… it’s just that the time isn’t right. Even if we aren’t in a proper relationship… we still can be friends you know… and if she really loves you, she’ll come back for you…” Khushi cheered him up.

“Really?” he asked like a little child.

“Why are you wasting your precious tears for some girl who doesn’t even care about you…”

“But I love her Khushi…”

“Let her go British Raizada…”

And Arnav was completely knocked out by now. He was asleep in Khushi’s arms, and she held onto him to lead him towards their room.

***

Months had passed by, and by now Arnav was a lot more better than before. Arnav and Khushi had become good friends and they were quite getting along with each other as well.

“British Raizada… you have to eat this now!” Khushi shoved the toasted bread in Arnav’s mouth.

“Look at you… you have become so weak and thin! That Chhudail had seriously eaten bits and bits of you!” Khushi made another toast for him.

“Bas Khushi… I can’t eat more…”

But did she listen?

No… not at all.

Khushi had literally made Arnav eat double the food that he normally eats in one meal.

The past few weeks had nearly killed him due to depression, and now he was fine.

And Khushi was feeding him with more and more food.

***

“I really like that house British Raizada…” Khushi smiled.

Hearing that brought back old memories for Arnav.

And those memories were not good.

“Let’s go Khushi…” he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the car.

“But British Raizada…”

She was left dumbstruck when he pushed her in the car.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks at the impact of the ugly push, and tight hold on her wrist.

Arnav sat on the driver’s seat side and drove off.

“I bought that house for Linda… thinking when we’ll be married, we’ll live there…” he said without looking at her.

He knew she was crying, but he had to tell her why he behaved like that.

“I’m sorry…” she said between her sobs.

“Don’t say sorry…” he pulled the car over on the side.

“Because of me you can’t be with Linda…”

“Oh she’s a  dumb b*tch… thank God I married you and not her…” Arnav did the cross and mumbled ‘Jesus Christ’.

“British Raizada I… I…”

“Not another word Mrs. British Raizada…” he smirked at her.

She hugged him tight as he started driving again.

***

“Khushi you sure you’re fine right?” he asked her.

“Yes… I am…” she assured him.

She stood at the bar, sitting on the chair and watched Arnav being dragged back at the dance floor with some next chic.

Both had told each other that they were allowed to date freely with anyone.

And she didn’t mind at all.

“Hey beautiful!” a guy swirled his finger down her exposed legs.

Khushi jerked a bit.

But then faked a smile, “Hey…” she said with an uncomfortable tone.

“You’re so gorgeous!” he drooled.

“Thanks…” she tried getting up.

“Where you going… you’re soo sexy!” he neared her.

Khushi shifted back a bit as he leaned to kiss her.

Before their lips could meet, she heard him falling on the floor.

There she saw Arnav beating the crap out of that man.

“How dare you touch my wife! My Khushi! Arnav Singh Raizada’s wife!” he punched him.

“British Raizada… please stop…”

She knew he was drunk too… and it was better for them to leave rather than stay here.

With all her mighty efforts, she managed to take him with her.

***

“British Raizada… you have to calm down…” Khushi placed him on the bed.

“You’re my wife and no one could touch you… you’re mine…” he nearly passed out.

She ran to the kitchen to bring him some lemon juice.

He sipped it, continuously mumbling how she belonged to him.

“Yes British Raizada… I am yours, your wife…”

“Promise!”

“Promise…” she kissed his cheek.

“Ok now go to bed…” she tucked him in.

He held onto her hand, gesturing her not to leave him.

“I’m right here…” she sat next to him, waiting for him to go to sleep.

***

He opened his eyes to find Khushi’s hand caressing his hair, with her eyes shut, leaning on the headboard.

“Khushi…” he called to her.

“Oh British Raizada! Are you fine now?” she asked him, while getting up.

“Did we… you know?”

“Eeew no! We’re best friends before being married. And I would never do that if you’re not in your senses…” she helped him get up.

He had an urge to say this, and he did, “So you’ll do it when I am in my senses?” he teased her.

“N…o…” she stammered.

He laughed at her innocence.

***

By now 6 months of their marriage had been completed.

Khushi developed deep feelings for Arnav and Arnav was also falling for her.

They would have confessed but Linda was back.

And Khushi had no choice but let Arnav go.

They were living in the same house, but just as friends, not husband and wife.

***

“Where are you going Khushi?” Arnav put the newspaper down to look at Khushi standing at the door with her suitcase.

“Just going to a friend’s house for a few days…” she said without looking at him in the eye.

“If it’s about Linda… then we could… you know… talk…”

“No. No… it’s nothing like that… I just need a change…”

“From me?” Arnav asked her.

“No… from the atmosphere…”

“Look whatever Linda said… she’s just insecure…”

“I know Arnav…” Khushi stepped out of the house.

***

Over a week had passes and Khushi didn’t call Arnav and neither did Arnav.

They both seemed to keep a distance from each other.

“What the!!!” Arnav yelled over the phone.

“Where is she!” he yelled again.

He threw his phone at the wall and rushed towards his car.

‘Khushi…’ he ruffled his hair.

He reached the airport and there he saw her.

She was standing in line, waiting to get in the plane.

As she was about to show her passport, she felt a tug at her dress.

She looked down, and she met Arnav’s eyes.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered to her.

“British Raizada it’s…” he didn’t let her complete her sentence.

“I am so dumb! I should’ve known!” he groaned.

“Brit…” he again interrupted her.

“I love you…”

There was a brief silence between the two and Arnav could see Khushi’s eyes welling up.

“Don’t cry Khushi… did I say something wrong?” he got up and wiped her tears.

She sniffed a bit and replied “No…”.

“Then why you crying?”

“You’re foot is on my toe…” she sniffed again.

“And I thought they were tears of happiness…” he moved back only to have her pull him against her.

She was hugging him…

In a tight embrace, and tears were still rolling down her cheeks

“I’m not stepping on your toes anymore then why are you crying?”

“Khushi ke aasoo hai…” she sobbed against his shoulder.

“Seriously?” he let out a small chuckle.

“I love you too British Raizada…” she hugged him tighter.

“Arnav.”

“What?” she asked confused.

“Arnav. That’s my name.”

They broke the hug as Khushi looked at his face all confused.

“British Rai…”

“Arnav.” He interrupted her.

“But…”

“Arnav… it’s only 2 syllables…”

“I can’t say that though…” she hid her face in his chest. Her arms locked around Arnav’s waist and her cheeks turned crimson red.

“Why? My name isn’t that bad you know…” he smirked while wrapping his arms around her.

“Come on… say it…” he gestured her.

Khushi tightened the embrace, “Ar…”

“Go on…”

“Nav.”

“Good… now say it…”

“Arn… nav…”

“Brilliant and now say the 4 words…”

‘4 words?’ she thought.

“What 4 words?” she asked innocently.

“Seriously Khushi?” he cocked his eyes.

She thought for a while and then reality struck her, “Ohhh…”

‘Finally!’ he thought.

“But those are only 3 words Brit… oops Arnav… have you forgotten your counting?”

“Well if you add my name then it’ll become 4 words Khushi…” he rolled his eyes.

She had a mischief smile and said, “No.”

“What do you mean by ‘no’?”

“’I love you British Raizada’ is 5 words…” she laughed.

“You! Khushi I’m not going to spare you now!”

And with that he roughly pulled her against him by the waist. His one hand was holding her nape as he fiercely placed his lips over hers.

She moaned in pleasure as Arnav lightened the kiss.

Her hands went up around his neck as his snaked around her waist.

When the kiss was over, Khushi placed 3 feathery pecks against his lips, to just cherish the moment.

“Say it…” he whispered.

“I love you Arnav…” she whispered in his ear and went back to his lips.

They shared a passionate kiss and this was the moment of their life.

The entire crowd at the airport clapped for them.

Letting out a small laughter, both placed their foreheads against each other, sighing in pleasure.

“My bride ready?”

“Always…”

He took hold of her hand and ran towards their car, smiling.

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