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Khushi was declared the winner of Mrs. India Pageant. She couldn't believe she won. She was being congratulated by everyone yet she didn't feel the joy she should she was missing her Arnavji. She knew he was nearby as her heart was racing. She looked around her eyes searching for him.

She wanted to share this moment with Arnav more than anyone it was her 1^st achievement. She remembered each time she went on stage after their 1^st explosive meet, he had always been with her standing by on stage to lend her his support, save her from embarrassment be it The Sangeet or The Heer Ranjha act. Now he isn't with her on stage sharing her glory.

Khushi couldn't feel more blessed as her husband had encouraged her, after the initial misgiving, to explore herself through the contest. He stepped aside so she can move forward on her own knowing she'll be successful. How many women get a husband who love them as they are and support their dreams.

While Khushi is in a trance reminiscing about her and Arnav(rabba ves) she realized how much the man, whom at one point she called Rakshas has become her Rajkumar Her Arnavji has become her lifeline without whom she can't live. Suddenly the lights went off in the auditorium.

Meanwhile Arnav who is waiting for the crowd to disperse so he can finally go and take his wife in his arms & shower her with lots of love and kisses. Arnav thinks how he missed her lately. He sees his Khushi being congratulated by everyone and he can't stop his eyes from getting misted seeing her so happy and elated at winning the contest.

His eyes held love happiness, respect for Khushi & most of all immense pride for having Khushi as his wife not because, she won the contest, but for who she is. From the scared girl he saw the 1^st time to where she is right now conquering all her fears, overcoming her weakness and emerge a Winner as always. She had turned into a strong confident and independent woman who carried herself so graciously on the stage.

He realized the number of times he admonished her for being a silly middle class gold digger. He hadn't really treated her with respect that she deserved even after they were remarried. Khushi, the beautiful girl who laid down her heart and her life almost 2 times for him. He felt he was lucky to have her as his wife no she isn't just his wife but his life. He couldn't imagine a life without her in it and she deserved to appreciated and he has plans for it.

He was about to go to Khushi when the lights went off and he sees Khushi about to fall off the ramp but he is right there to hold her in his arms as always. Khushi knows who arms are these, is relaxed and feels safe while murmuring Arnavji. She is too precious for him & he wouldn't let anything or anyone hurt her himself included. Arnav comforts her saying'Khushi I am here you are safe'

He carried her out to his car and put her in the passenger seat how many times had he done that sometimes in not so friendly circumstances sometimes in funny cirmcumstances. He gave her some water and saw her face upclose for the 1^st time since she left for the contest. She looked so ethereal in the moonlight, seeing her gave him an inner peace. She had this aura around her. He could feel something special about her today that he fell in love with her more if that was even possible.

He asked her with so much concern 'Tum Thik Ho' and Khushi looked into his brown chocolate eyes that held immense love and warmth for her that she couldn't stop herself from launching herself on him almost pushing him to the ground but he held himself but what came next was shocking for Arnav because Khushi had kissed him.

Arnav teased her while smirking 'KKGSR has become bold after becoming Mrs India'. Khushi was shocked at how she kissed him was even more embarrassed at his words. Arnav already started his SUV to embark on a new journey which would create new beautiful memories.

Arnav started by going to the temple to seek blessings & thank her DM. Khushi was touched by this. Then Arnav took her to the farmhouse their sanctuary to meet their parents. Khushi was overwhelmed seeing how much he planned. Arnav said'Congratulations. You won this on your own. I am so proud of you & our parents must be too' .

Khushi was about to say something when Arnav said 'Let me speak I want to confess today. When you walked on the ramp at Sheesh Mahal, I was going through a lot of inner turmoil. Suddenly I felt a sense of peace, which I hadn't felt since that incident. I opened my eyes & I saw a beautiful girl with such innocence looking totally lost. I knew you were different you didn't belong there then you were falling and even before I realize my arms rose involuntarily to hold and protect you as if you belonged to me. I looked into your eyes that held fear and innocence and your quivering lips, I couldn't take my eyes off you. I was going through so much that unleashed my anger and bitterness on you that was built up over the years. Everytime I couldn't control my feelings I lashed out at you like you were a punching bag yet, you never hurt me back even unintentionally. Instead with your selfless true love changed my perception about life and brought out the Real Arnav who was buried deep within. I have always been strong for Di but you are my strength who always stands by me and tells me it'll be fine. You are an angel who fell right into my arms and my life Khushi. I am nothing without you'.

He gave her envelope which has papers of her Mithai shop in Lucknow & admission form for the best Catering College. He learnt of Khushi's dream of becoming a Restaurateur from her dairy. He contd 'You remember Diwali I indeed kept your payal with me to keep at part of you with me. You mean everything to me. Everything related to you is important to me you are my world. I want you to fufil all your dreams' Saying that he made wear her mom's bangle which she pawned. Seeing in Arnav's eyes she knew he read her diary. She was emotional with surprises.

He gave her the Lehenga & jewellery for which he taunted her 'You made my life and made me the happiest man in this world. I hurt you even after remarriage so a mere sorry isn't enough. I wasted so much time denying my feelings & deep connection we share. I want to love you and treasure you everyday of my life. I indeed am a Rakshas & I want to become your Rajkumar lay the world at your feet specially now you are even officially declared a Sundari' saying that he winked.

Khushi was touched. She couldn't believe Laad Governer spoke so much that too about his feelings so she hugged him seeing how much Arnav had thought of her. Arnav gave her some documents that gave her an equal share in his properties and business.

She said 'Arnavji I love you too, you didn't have to do this. I don't need all this. You are my Rajkumar you make me feel most special girl when you look at me with all the love in this world. You are my world, I need only you. This contest was only to challenge myself. You are a loving caring compassionate man & the best husband. You gave me love & family which I always yearned for. But I'll accept only the Mithai shop if its on loan'.

Arnav nodded & said 'Only on 1 condition you have accept all this please don't deny as what is mine is yours too & come to Switzerland for the Honeymoon DEAL'. Khushi's like Haww Laad Governer & DEAL but likes that remembers she wanted see to the snow in Naintal. She nodded smilingly & Arnav leaned in for a kiss.

Finally Arshi took a Helicopter for the Airport. Arnav carried her in his arms to the Helicopter. Khushi recalled the moment when the small boy asked her where is her Rajkumar at the same time a helicopter was flying above them she never imagined it would come true. The journey which started with hate became the best journey of her life. Khushi thanks her DM for her RAJKUMAR while Arnav thanks DM for giving him HIS KHUSHI .

Their Journey of Love and Rabba ve Continues..

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***Entry # 7***

Title: Unnamed Love

1 Year later

Her smile dazzled him like always. Even amidst the gathered crowd, his eyes focused on her glowing face. Had she grown in beauty... or was his love biased towards the luminous face of his wife, Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. Arnav sighed at the distance between them, as Mr. Oberoi continuously chattered about something related to a new business proposition.

They were at Aarav's school. The annual gathering was a huge event and unfortunately for him, he had to indulge in these small talks with the other parents, who did not leave any opportunity to get acquainted with Arnav Singh Raizada... the business tycoon. Why couldn't he just enjoy being a simple father for once, who had come to celebrate his son's achievements? He looked once again at his wife, who like always was a crowd puller. She was flocked by women who looked at her admiringly... smitten by her aura and he knew for sure... her wonderfully kind heart as well.

The past year, had changed the course of their lives. After Khushi had won the prestigious Mrs. India award, her self-confidence had heightened to another level. With the help of his Di and NK, she had managed to go through a complete makeover. From designer clothes to fluent English, she had worked hard over each aspect that had made her feel slightly inferior to Sheetal. He knew her efforts had more to do with proving herself worthy of being the wife of the Arnav Singh Raizada the world knew of.

However, for him... her Arnav... she had always been more than perfect. An epitome of inner beauty, her dazzling smile, those luminous eyes, the generous heart and constant adorable chatter... his Khushi was all of the above and more. She was the one person who had brought happiness to his life. Her love had managed to shatter all those massive barriers he had built around his heart. He was freed of his tormenting past and had finally managed to welcome life, with wide arms.

Khushi was now handling the models at AR Designs. Her victory at the beauty pageant, had earned her respect and he had grabbed the opportunity of offering her a job, before she drifted away from him. His need to still possess her in every aspect of life hadn't changed. He wanted to own her... her heart, her body, her soul. She was his... even if a tainted man like him, didn't deserve a pure soul like Khushi. He was still too selfish to part away from her even for a minute and he had finally accepted the fact that with each passing day, his obsession and love for his wife, grew tenfold.

He was glad that she had only gone for a makeover of her external attributes... as the soul of Khushi still remained his. She still had abundant love to give... to him, to Aarav and to his crazy family. His Di had taken inspiration from Khushi and had decided to move ahead in life. She had quickly managed to begin working for an NGO for women, who suffered a troubled marriage or had been victims of domestic violence. It gave her immense peace to be able to help such women, find their own standing in life and happiness.

His eyes flit back to his wife's form and an involuntary smile bloomed on his face seeing her saree clad form. She still wore her salwar-suits and sarees. He was glad that she did not see the need to move to western clothes, which definitely was not her style. Except that her sarees were now more stunning, which were lovingly crafted by the designers at AR. He was glad to see the way people admired her dressing sense and her working ethics. She made him feel proud and he was glad that she now felt like an equal to him... the perfect Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada.

As if on cue, the woman in deep red organza saree, looked up at him, her eyes surprised to find his on her. How was it possible, that even after so many months of extremely passionate and intense love life, his body surged with a mere eye contact. His eyes darkened and beseeched her to come to him. As if in trance, she excused herself and took languid strides towards him... his woman... his wife... his love... his happiness... his Khushi... reached him within seconds, her eyes mirroring his own... a desire so potent that everything else seemed to seize.

He took her slender hand in his own and pulled her closer whispering, "You look beautiful... did I tell you that before?" She laughed freely, his heart doing a flip at its delicious sound. "You said it the moment I was dressed, Arnavji." "Oh right, just after I had pulled off the saree you had worn earlier," he teased with a wink. She blushed, looked around and admonished him with her eyes to behave himself. He grinned at her and pulled her closer, an indecent gesture for such a family gathering.

"I love you Mrs. Raizada," he said simply as her eyes twinkled with happiness. She was still the same... thrilled and content with such small gestures, when he could afford to give her the world. But that is exactly what set her apart. She looked around sneakily and when confirmed that no one was noticing them, leaned in to place a quick kiss on his cheek and whispered, "Hum bhi aap se I love you, laad governor!"

His grin turned to laughter, which had now become an undying part of their lives. The announcement on the stage, managed to break their private bubble of happiness, as the two proud parents settled into their seats. Soon there were performances, one after the other. Arnav saw Aarav playing the drums brilliantly, while a couple of other children played other instruments. Their piece was a hit, as the crowd clapped along with the upbeat music. Khushi slipped a hand into Arnav's as she saw his eyes mist with pride. He knew there was never a need for words between them... she felt what he felt.

As the prize distribution began, Arnav was almost sitting at the edge of his seat with anticipation. When Aarav was announced as the student of the year, his happiness knew no bounds. He pulled Khushi into a tight hug. The pride he felt to see his son winning this prestigious award, could not compare to the ample of awards he had won in life. This was his most prized possession to see the boy that had come to mean the world to him, make him so proud.

Aarav ran towards them with his trophy. Arnav took the crashing weight of his boy, happily... picking him up in his arms while holding the trophy proudly in his hands. Khushi caressed Aarav's hair much to his dislike and hugged them both. "Congrats young man! You did it!" were Arnav's words, his throat choking with emotion. Was it possible for one man to be gifted with so much happiness?

Aarav struggled to get down and rushed into his mother's waiting arms, showing her the trophy proudly. The mother and son got busy in their chatter, as Arnav looked on. Life had come a full circle for him. What were the odds that two orphans, had adopted an orphan and made him their own? Who would understand better than Khushi or him, what it meant to have this kind of love and affection as a child... to have the protecting cocoon of a family.

Khushi had the Guptas, while he had his nani and mama-mami. They both had been loved unconditionally and he promised to walk the same path. The two most important people in his life were in front of him, who did not share blood ties, yet were bound to each other by an unknown thread... a thread so strong that everything else seemed worthless.

Love... Khushi had taught him to love but Aarav had managed to broaden that circle of love, which surrounded him. Both these people had made him a better person and he could not help but feel this strong surge of emotion for them. What could he name this kind of love that existed between them... it was potent, alive and selfless. Then why did it even need to be named?

He walked towards the duo, wrapping his large arms around both of them, pulling his world closer to him. The laughing son and his giggling mother, teased each other, making Arnav join into their adorable banter. As the small Raizada family, made their way out of the school, Arnav realized one fact about him... about them... about his family. They shared a love so pure that giving it a name would only diminish its enormity. It was love that was best left unnamed.

***Entry #8***

Title: DAWN OF A NEW JOURNEY

The winner of Mrs. India contest goes to... the clock ticked by slowly. All waited with bated breaths to know the result. It goes to..Mrs Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada.. announced the judge finally.

Three years later...

Look there. Yes! Incline the face slightly.. perfect!..instructed the photographer and khushi matched him step by step. The photos of these shoot are supposed to be sent to Divine Era, a reputed company in France which had entered into a joint venture with AR recently.

It has been three years since Khushi had owned the title of Mrs. India. The contest had not only bonded the family more but had made her understand the need to be independent in this world too. So, with Arnav's help, she joined modeling classes of three months and got a diploma in modeling. And since then, there was no turning back. She bagged assignments for many big and reputed companies like lakme, Maybelline etc. She had been the showstopper of many renowned shows also. She got many awards and accolades for her outstanding performances.

For two years, she had been doing projects for every company except AR as she wanted to make her name on her own without the tag of ASR's wife and Arnav had also supported her in this decision like a good husband. However, when things looked difficult, he was always there to guide her. Last year, Arnav had requested her to join his company as his model had retired for her wedding. Thus, she had joined AR and together both of them had made AR a bigger brand in the international market.

Apart from professional life, their personal too was moving on smoothly. Arnav had taken her to Switzerland for a month. They spent their long forgotten honeymoon there. The time spent there was a dream for khushi. Their love grew more with the cold weather and passion filled ambience. When they came back, they were one united soul in every means.

Khushi! Arnav called out from the door of the studio. Hogaya? We need to head for Hope early. Arnav reminded her. Khushi nodded at him and went to change her clothes. Half an hour later, they left for Hope.

Hope, shelter for homeless, is an NGO established by Anjali Raizada. Watching Khushi emerging as an independent lady, Anjali too got motivated to do something on her own. Hence, hope was created after Arnav and khushi came back from honeymoon. Encouraged by them, Anjali had established it as an NGO so that women who got betrayed like her could find a home and family for them which would treat them, make them strong and could support them in need. Today, it was the 2^nd foundation of Hope. The women who were nearly two thousand in number had organized a small event to make the day special.

Nani, Anjali with Aarav had reached much earlier of the event so that Anjali could do a last minute check. As Arnav and khushi reached, they were taken to their sits with other family members and few minutes later the event started. It started with a lamp lightening by Devyani Raizada. And the event went on showing progress of the people in the home.

As one hour passed, khushi started feeling uncomfortable. She started feeling nauseous suddenly. The feeling was so strong that she had to get up from her sit and run towards the washroom. Seeing her like this, Arnav got worried and went to her. As he went near, he found her coming back.

Khushi! Are you okay? what happened? Asked Arnav. He had noticed her looking a bit pale lately. Woh Arnav.. Khushi tried to say something but a sudden spell of dizziness caught her and she fainted.

There is nothing to worry. Give her some calcium tablets and come for regular check up. Khushi heard Dr. Sneha advising this as she gained consciousness. Seeing her fully wake, the Dr. congratulated her. Congratulations! Mrs. Raizada said the middle aged lady with a smile. Totally confused, Khushi looked at others. You are pregnant, Mrs. Raizada.. declared the Dr. noticing khushi's looks. Khushi's eyes widened hearing the lady. She looked at others for confirmation and found everyone smiling with tears of happiness in their eyes. As the realization dawned upon her too, she touched her stomach lightly and smiled tearfully. You need to take more care of yourself now, okay. Khushi nodded at the Dr. As she left, everyone congratulated her and started making lists of what is to be done and what not. Anjali ordered special jalebis for members of Hope as a token of happiness. In all the chaos, khushi found Arnav standing at the door staring at her with a contented smile. And khushi's lips too stretched in a full blown smile in contentment.

5 months later...

An agitated and angry fourteen year old Aarav entered RM and straightly went to his mom who sat in the drawing room chatting with other family members. Khushi had taken maternity leave from work and thus she sat talking with payal and Anjali. Akash and Payal had returned few days later getting the news of Khushi's pregnancy.

Mom! Aarav called out in a loud voice to gain her attention. Khushi turned to him and knew at once, he was angry. Mom, you know that vishal said that I won't be the real brother to my sister.. complained Aarav kneeling infront of a heavily pregnant khushi. He had announced that the coming baby would be his sister when the baby had kicked for the first time. He said I m not your real son. M I not..Mom? Asked Aarav suddenly unsure of everything.

Khushi's heart clenched looking at the vulnerable emotion in his face. They had made sure that he feels a part of this family, which he is. But, no one can shut this worthless society. Utho Aarav, idhar aao.. mere paas betho. Khushi urged him. As he sat beside her, she took his hands.

There is nothing called real' Aarav. Khushi whispered calmly. Aap humare bete ho aur iss parivaar ka hissa bhi. She assured him. Ek baat hamesha yaad rakhna Aarav, Dil ke rishte..khoon se bhi bare hote hein'. Khushi instilled the thought into him that her babuji had taught her once. Anjali and Payal too nodded in acceptance. Aur aap baby ke bhai ho aur hamesha rahoge. Oka..Aah! The baby kicked as khushi continued. See.. baby is also admitting it. Khushi told him and Aarav caressed her stomach smilingly.

4 months fifteen days later,

Arnav Singh Raizada is a complete man today. Fifteen days before, his loving wife had given birth to a baby girl much to Aarav's happiness. Today, the Namkaran Ceremony was held for the baby where she was named ASHI(means Smile) by her Anjali Bua. With the whole Raizada family including Nk with his fiance Mahi, Guptas too graced the ceremony. Ashi had become everyone's favourite in few days.

Khushi! Arnav called. Khushi had been in-charge of the ceremony inspite of resting as advised by the doctor. Now after the ceremony too, she is nowhere to be seen. Khushi! Arnav called out to her once again. He had searched the whole mansion twice but there was no sign of her. Khu... he was going to call her yet again when he found the door of the new room ajar. Thinking to check upon here too, he went inside only to found his wife bent over, doing some crazy stuff of her. As he looked at her closely, he noticed the slight changes in her body which is the proof of her being a mother now.

Shaking his head, he went near her. Khushi! Kya kar rahi ho? Kab se bula raha hoon. Arnav asked her. Ssshh.. Ashi is sleeping, replied khushi whisperingly. Okay, then what are you doing here? Arnav whispered smilingly watching his daughter sleeping like an angel. Mein dekh rahi thi ki Ashi bilkul aap ki tarah soti hein. Khushi replied showing Ashi. Khushi, she is my daughter. She is supposed to be like me. Arnav reminded her. Aur woh tumhari tarah soyegi..toh meri beti kam kunfu panda zyada lagegi. Arnav continued and smiled teasingly at her. Khushi's eyes widened and she gasped at his remark. You..laad governor. She muttered grumpily. Yes..pagal! Arnav whispered teasingly making Ashi turn in her sleep.

Ssshhh! Both whispered at the same time looking at each other. Looking at Ashi, they found her peacefully sleeping. Both smiled realizing their antics. Come, you need rest. Arnav told her making her nod at him. Looking at Ashi once again, they departed the room only to stop at the door. Turning around, khushi closed the door slowly. And, they left the place, holding each other's hand.

Jo mere dil ke paas hein,

Naye jadu, naye ehsaas hein

Iss ko mein kya kahoon..

tu hi bata..

Iss pyaar ko kya naam doon.

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