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                                              PART - 6   LATE NIGHT PONDERING...

How could there be such completely different dimensions of a single man?? Khushi wondered looking at him...that he loved his sister, there was no doubt, loved her tremendously, she had got that the instant she had seen him rushing up the stairs at RM...no doubt, the news must have broken him and his family...

The news had become a common one by now, the break up of his sister and her husband...she would have thought there are always two sides to a story but even a single meet with Anjali had made her certain who had been at fault...

should she? Should she not? Her mind debated on the article piece as she looked on...

Arnav opened his eyes slowly and their eyes met...

He had some time believing she actually stood before him...he got sure after a few seconds..

and Arnav quite successfully made use of his chamaleon talents to pull up the ASR mask immediately..

Both had no idea what to say...Khushi decided to just ignore him and walk past...

"i heard you brought di home"

he interrupted as soon as she began to walk..

Khushi looked at his face gain and waited...but no thank you followed... it seemed even acknowledging your favour was a big thing from Arnav Singh Raizada...

He tried saying it but not hard enough then dropped the idea. How could he thank a girl who had called him lunatic and stuff no other soul would dare uttering to him straight on his face...

"i see" was her laconic response...then she proceeded walking past him..

he fumed...she did it again..once more she had talked to him as bluntly as she could...

"Remember one thing by the way..." he interrupted and she halted... "i am used to reading rubbish on me in papers, getting married, not getting married, sister, brother, what not..your article is not going to kill me..write any damn thing you want..let's see 'the power of your pen' "

his voice dripped with sarcasm on those last few words..

Khushi stood staring straight into his eyes for a moment,then said...

"This is meant for the papers tomorrow...but I guess being Arnav Singh Raizada has its own advantages, you get an early delivery.."

saying this she opened the bag she had been holding, rummaged for a while , then taking out a sheet of paper thrust it into his hands..

"happy reading Mr. Raizada.."

she turned to go , but halted and turned back again..

"by the way, please get over this illusion that the world revolves around your marriage..you bring it up in every conversation you know.."

Arnav stood staring at the piece of paper which had been pushed into his hands,the paper crumpled as his grip on it sudddenly became fierce and teeth set upon teeth grinding each other, then looked upto her..

then his gaze wandered down a bit and eyes widened..

Khushi as expected, was startled at this reaction and followed his gaze to her dress...

"why are you- OH MY GOD!!!"

she exclaimed as she saw the state of her dress...the heat had not been too kind on the icecream she had been holding and the molten liquid had made its way out of the leaking packet and onto her dress...

"disgusting!!" she said trying to wipe her dress with one hand, holding the ice cream with the other, while she gave her head frequent jerks to stop the hair from covering her eyes..

still busy with the adjustments,she looked upto him...on whose face a terribly amused smirk had taken place...he hadn't realized it himself, but it had come involuntarily...

the closest in days he had come to being amused...

she quickly straightened, adjusted her hair once more..

"i-i'll be going now.."

he just stood looking...

she edged past him to the right and made her way to her house..

and he suddenly felt like going home after all...

"Oh great Khushi! We never knew you were wearing the ice cream home.."

"haaahaaahaaa not funny"

"not intended to be..what exactly took you so long?"

"oh I was just trying to apply it on my dress.."

"ooo..bad mood...you saw who/what/when/where/"

"jiji this cement pile is following me"

"you met Arn-"

"cement pile" she corrected..

"okay fine! Where did you meet your cement pile?"

"not my cement pile"

"KHUSHI WILL YOU CUT IT OUT ?"

Shutting his laptop, he glanced at his watch once again..it was late.. he had better go to bed now..

he clicked the bedside lights off and adjusted his head on the pillow..

the light from the reflection of water inside his pool shone on the glass partitions..

his mind recollected the events of the day... his sister..no..he shook it away from his mind..later..he'd think about it later..or it would make him mad..

Khushi Kumari Gupta, India times...

Two images floated in his mind...one of a girl , shaking a pen before his face calling him a lunatic straight on his face..

the other wiping off ice cream from her dress, looking the epitome of innocence...

that girl had some nerves...

she had better be wise enough not to use them on him..

she had helped his sister, yes that was still there..

He shook his head with a jerk..why the hell was he wasting his time on her when-

"i guess being Arnav Singh Raizada has its own advantages, you get an early delivery.." a voice sounded inside his head..

oh..how did he forget..

He suddenly sat upright on the bed and switched the bedside light on...

then walked to his wardrobe and put his hands inside the pockets of the coat he had been wearing in the evening..

the paper crumpled under his grip..

walking back to the bed , he leaned on the bed post again and turned the paper in the direction of the light..

it remained quiet around for some time..

the sound of the wall clock could be heard in the silence of a quarter to 2:00 in the morning...

before Arnav Singh Raizada sat up from his bed and ran his hands through his hair..

"dammit!" he mumbled..

this just could not come in the papers...

it just so couldn't...

and fifteen minutes later Arnav Singh Raizada was racking his mind to find a way to contact

Khushi Kumari Gupta , Indian times...

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saucechips2012-06-28 22:56:28