Arshi SS:The boss,the husband,the lover(tbhl) |NOTE updated on 24/7 - Page 16

came across this fiction and its very interesting , especially the last 2 parts ... there are a lot of things to be unfold and seems there's some serious past in khushi's life ...
Arnav would obviously give her marriage contract

Awesome update.
So arnav have a proposation for khushi.what was that.
Seems like khushi will accept it.

Came across this ss , read it one go

Arnav wants s contract marriage n a baby
will khushi agree

Thanx 4 scrap n index Plz mention the latest updated chapter in heading also Update soon

Its a cliffhanger...atleast some hint should be there.

so arnav has decided his method for an eye for an eye!

Can we expect an update yaar ?

Chapter 6

Arnav had a clear view of Khushi descending her scooty. With that extra shimmering bag across her shoulders. He wondered what she actually carried in it!! Definitely it had nothing from lakme 9 to 5 cosmetic range.

She had said that she was free, and he had naturally assumed she would dress up for the occasion, smarten up for the meeting a little, surely that was a normal expectation. But it was her. She like always was dressed in her simple single shade anarkali. A braid. Nothing she wore fitted or flattered her. He clenched his even white teeth, acknowledging that if against all the odds, they contrived to reach an agreement, there was definitely going to have a lot of compromises on each side of the fence. She might not do couture, but he definitely had no affinity for such shimmering things..

The staff beamed at khushi , as if they were old friends and showed her into an imposingly large reception room decked out with almost rock star glamour in dramatic shades of black and purple. A few minutes later, that same man re-entered with a tray of coffee and biscuits assuring her predator would be arriving soon.

so nervous that she could not sit still, khushi lifted her coffee mug and wandered over to scrutinize the carvings in the wooden work. Her taste in arts was traditional and was strictly limited to country landscapes and animal portrait, she could not value the ones adorned in this room. Her phone trilled she hastened towards the bag and settled back realizing it was her mother's call.

garima was in flood of tears, which made it hard to distinguish what she was actually saying, but khushi soon picked up the gist. Her dad had broken out in front of her mom, and now she was in emotional bits, convinced her husband was on the brink of being dragged off to the prison for his part in the robbery at the office.
"we are going to lose everything we have"

Khushi did all in her power to calm her down, but garima was an emotional women, and a natural pessimist, in her mind the worst that could happen had happened, and she and her family were already homeless, jobless and broke. Having promised that she would call her later in the morning, khushi got off the phone and found Arnav watching her from the door way.

For a split second , she just stared, totally unnerved to find herself the target of that silent scrutiny. Formally clad in the dark business suit, and a vibrant silk tie, Arnav was effortlessly elegant and intimidating. She had always thought, he was very good- looking but at that moment he looked stunningly handsome, his need for a shave adding a sexy rough edge to his usual immaculate appearance.

"my mother.. my father told her everything" said khushi, her cheeks pink from the thought. "She is very upset."
"I am sure she must be" Arnav noted the level of stress on her delicate face. It was an immediate source of satisfaction that it was within his power to banish that anxiety from her life. He had lain awake half of the night working out what exactly what he wanted and what would work best: a simple straight forward arrangement free of demanding emotions and unrealistic hopes. In the most essential way they would retain their independence.

"you mentioned a proposition..." she muttered nervously holding the corners of her dupatta, unable to conceal her tension from him.
"hear me out before you give me an answer," he advised her quietly, registering that, when she looked directly at him, she looked so amazingly young and lovely that it was hard for him to recall what he had planned to say. "and remember, by the time our agreement will come to an end, you will be in a most advantageous position.

she was mystified by that assurance and reference to an agreement, her smooth brow indented, her confusion palpable. But, keen to hear what he had to say, she nodded slowly.

"At its most basic, I have come up with a way in which you could help me and in return I would not prosecute your father."

"Eyes wide and hopeful, khushi took in an audible breath . "all right, tell me. How could I help you?"

"I would like to have a child but not in the conventional way," Arnav explained wryly, his lean aquiline profile taut as she gazed back at him, fine brows rising in surprise. "I've never been convinced that I can meet one woman and spend the rest of my life with her. On the other hand, I believe I could handle a marriage that had more practical a foundation."
Khushi was now frowning more than ever, as she struggled to follow what he was telling her and divine how on earth such a topic could relate to her father's predicament. "How can a marriage be practical?" she asked. Because she founf it hard to believe that he possibly was discussing the matter of marriage to her.

"when it's a straight forward contract freed from flowery ideals and expectations like love, romance and permanence," explained Arnav with unconcealed enthusiasm. "in the very first place I was not even thinking of marriage, but then asking you to bear my kid without those rituals would have been something beyond approval, so, if you agree to have a child with me I will marry you, give you back your freedom within a couple of years and ensure you need never worry about money again."

in the grip of astonishment at that sweeping suggestion and his clear conviction that he was making her a generous offer, khushi looked away from him momentarily before turning her head back sharply to stare at him. "You cant be serious - for goodness' sake you're young, handsome and rich. " she pointed out. "there must be hell no. of women who would be eager to marry you and give you a family."

"but I don't want a hedonistic for a wife or, for that matter as an unsuitable mother for my child. I want an intelligent independent women who will accept my terms and know to accept nothing more lasting from me."

Not unpleased by the compliments like intelligent and independent, khushi stiffened. "but, if you are not prepared to commit to a long term relationship to a woman, why on earth do you want a child?"

"The two are not mutually exclusive. I would commit to my relationship with the child," Arnav declared with conviction willing her to see the sound sense behind his arguments. "I am not being selfish."

khushi shook her dark head slowly, her disapproval patent. "are you so keen to have a child that you cannot wait until you meet the right woman to marry?"

"I would like to say and impress you with my credentials as a child-loving male. I do very much want a child of my own. But that isn't the whole story"

khushi nodded acceptance of that admission. "I thought not"

"I am the descendant of a long unbroken line of the Raizadas. My grandfather tied up his southern estate up in such a way that I cannot legally inherit from my late father unless I have an heir. Male or female it doesn't matter, but I must have an heir to retain the ownership of the family home.

"my god.!! That was very short sighted and controlling of him!! Said khushi. "I mrean, you might have been an impotent or not remotely interested in having a child"

his jaws clenched, and with furious rage he spat "I am not impotent, and moreover I choose to see this project as a task that can be accomplished."

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