Arshi FF: Ours Arnav-Khushi: Dil se Dil tak-CH :63,pg 242(NEW) - Page 32

Nice update... hope to see next pretty soon.

very creative writer you are, small scenarios big impact. the way you are pulling them together little by little is exciting and very real. today i am going back to first chapter and reading it allover again.

Pls try to update more often...congratulations

Originally posted by: Vandy_KD

Hi Vandie

Thanku for your encouragement. I will soon update . May be in 3-4 days. Was stuck with personal commitments , so didnot get time to pen down on our Arshi.

Hi dear

Long time back u were going to update in 3-4 days .. Still waiting

Love

Vandie

(Note: So sorry , I made you all wait. I was really stuck with personal commitments. There was a time i thought i should not continue, but thank you all for supporting and willing to read my story. also love for ours arnav and khushi... :) how can i stop their story abrubtly.. so here i am again. I have written in single shot yesterday. so please ignore grammatical and other errors. Here is the next chapter. Hope you will like it

Dil se Dil tak

Chapter 23

I always loved your angry man look, I always loved your scenes in which you used to fume at your employees, and then on the heroine of your serial. I loved to see you being arrogant, your somber attitude, your stubbornness and your ego! I never liked your single scene when you were acting being polite, when you were dancing with your heroine and when you were being a silent spectator. It always made you look weak. I loved a dashing Arnav. But I never imagined you would be so surreal in your real life too.? I thought you, always as an actor, but I never imagined you have similar personalities in real life which I loved of yours on screen. Does actors tend to do so good acting when they show similar exhibition in their real life? And know what, iam now not liking this attitude of yours!..

But still Mr Arnav singh raijyada, part of me is still your fan. How can someone let it go off? Can you hate someone overnight for the true person he is? How can someone let that happen if you have liked the person from the bottom of your heart, whom you have adorned, admired, loved, imagined and even hugged , kissed in your dreams. I am not able to hate you Arnav.I know you have let me down so many times!, but who would have imagined, not even in my wildest of my dream that one day I would see you, meet you , walk with you,dine with you and now the least expected working with you.

Khushi suddenly turned the pages of her personal diary…read her old entries…then came back to where she had stopped…

I know, I promised here that I would never even think nor care about Arnav , nor would give any prime importance to him and would only focus on my work and life. But how could I ? when infact he is becoming indirectly part of mine in everything. I cant ignore him, nor avoid him. How could you? Tel me . He is not some ordinary person I could make him vanish from thoughts,. He is someone I was fan of and now I happen to see him everyday!!!

I know everything happens for a reason and everyone comes in your life for a purpose. A purpose we never understand till the person goes from our life. A person whose memories would remain embedded within us forever and only we would be cherishing those memories silently, be it good or bad. What is your purpose in my life Mr Arnav Singh Raijyada? I am petrified sometime! . I am scared if I would save with bad memories .

Khushi closed her diary after writing her heart out. It was like her close companion. It would soothe her robotic mind . She will be at peace when she will be writing in her diary.

Khushi closed her diary after writing her heart out. It was midnight and was occupied whole day with work. But apart from work pressure, Arnav entry in office was already huge blow to her. She was herself shocked and surprised. She opened her laptop which was lying on her bed. She opened the browser and typed ‘latest on Arnav singh raijyada’ in a search engine, only to find the reason behind his stay in office. She hardly got any of his personal updates as expected. One of the old pic gave insight n Anjali.. She then continued searching on Anjali. The initial updates popped about AR associates and how company’s drooped share value and how the company may layoff and few other business stuff. But nothing gave more insight into Arnav presence herewith Anjali. It was then her mind took curiosity over Anjali’s personal life.She was waiting to read about her from long time. She read many of the old articles. How she was a divorcee now and how she scaled high at young age and being a companion in expanding her father’s business.?

‘Make your own identity. Cut the obstacles.Every women has a huge strength within her, listen to the voice, show your power! Khushi read one of the Anjali’s remark and old interview which was part of International women day meet. Khushi suddenly felt more poised. She read many of her similar interviews, which undoubtedly encouraged Khushi to set her career goals high and not to back off even though tides tries to push you aside. And then she felt more interested to read about her personal life. She randomly searched for any news.She then read one of her article.

“You don’t have to stay in relationship, because it’s a necessity. You have potential to survive alone and all rights to lead the life of your own. Love happens for a reason , to a person and for a person. and when that reason is no more, love dies. And just mere a person lives and you live with that person in a meaningless relation. It happened with me exactly. The mere nature and the reason which had made me to fall in love with my husband vanished, I did not feel the right to live in that relation. Marital life should not be a burden,nor should be a social compulsion nor should make you feel low. The moment your values, your soul is hurt its time you come out before its too late.”

Just Move on- “Yes Move on. But not just from the people who have hurt you. But from your past. From anything that makes you question your worth. From anything that makes you question what you feel. Whats true to your heart. To let the people you love know that they, too can move on themselves. That they, too , can , follow where their , hearts led them.. But do it for right reasons. Do it Because you feel the need to in your gut. In your soul. In your heart And do it freely. , do it without regret, Without holding a grudge. Without revenge. Without pain or any kind of resentment.Because you must. Move on and never look back. Never live where it once hurt.Never breathe where there’s no oxygen to inhale. Never grow where you cant plant your feet.And never run where you don’t know your own heart.

Khushi read above interview of Anjali when asked about her views on love, marriage, and on her early divorcee. Even though statement was encouraging, Khushi did not feel content. Khushi’s ideologies were opposite.

“aisa hota hai kya? !…If becoz of any small difference,if we take start taking divorcee to Khushi socho , amma appa ke shaadi ke next day hi divorcee ho jata”. She remembered how her mother told about the silly fights which would incur between them from the day after marriage itself.

“Ye rich logo ki life style hi alag hai. Jab chaho affair , nahi to divorcee. They don’t even understand the relationship meaning nor its values”. Khushi felt happy that she has rich middle class values, but what she did not knew that someday she would remember and consider anjali’s views seriously.

Her phone started ringing . It was a voice call from her mother. She checked time. "Itni late ?" she received the call in no time.

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Some men have to be blamed for their over upsurge of testosterone harmone, but again the gods have also bestowed upon same men the controlling nature of that natures act. Thakur was not one among them. He needed sex daily. It was his medicine to relax his burning desire. Age is just a number for him. Today, his desires were mounting up, for the mere presence of sheetal in his extravagant backyard house and to his badluck he was being hold up by his far native cousin ‘Karan’. He was the only son of his second brother from other mother. Every year, karan visited this haveli to embrace the memories of his parents who once lived here before moving to London. But this time, Karan had some official reason to visit the haveli. He wanted to make this haveli a part of some documentary film and was thus here to discuss his plans with thakur. This surprise visit of karan was holding thakur.

‘Uncle, I must say age is just a number for you. You look as fit as always..and younger day by day’. As karan says, thakur just smiles.

“you city kids, don’teat healthy’.Thakur replies tweaking his moustache.

‘Maybe. The absence of pure air , food . everywhere its adulteration’.Karan says. He gets up from his wooden chair and goes near the photo frame.

‘I sometimes wonder, how do you spend so much lonely life without aunty. You rarely are a true example for some one boosting true love. Now days, people cheat behind the partners. And look at you, you remain so loyal to your wife even after her death!. . Don’t you feel presence of someone or don’t you feel need for..you know uncle what iam asking…”karan gives mischievous smile as he look at thakur.

“I hardly get any time for such thoughts. Just want to serve my village. Did not you see how many people keep coming for some or other work.’

“you are great. By the way how is priya doing?”

“She is enjoying boarding school.”. Priya was thakur’s lone daughter from his wife. After the death of his wife, he has kept her in boarding school. He persisted karan to take rest soon because he would be leaving to Mumbai next day soon. Well, as soon as karan left, thakur made his way towards Sheetal. Sheetal was in denial and shock over the statement of shyam selling her off . When she had refused to the orders of maid, they had inducedsome medicine forcefully. She was lying semi consciousness. Thakur slowly undressed and took pleasure in that snowy white skin. Sheetal was not aware of anything. He rubbed his body slowly on to her, kissed her. Her body could not deny nor could accept, but she was helpless. But thakur was not satisfied with the way it was going. He needed an active action from her. After satisfying his self pleasure on her naked body , he came out thinking that next day he want to meet her in conscious state. But could she accept this life of hers?

In middle of the late night, sheetal regained her consciousness. She slowly moved her eyes towards her stripped body. Her eyes in shudder. She was unable to believe.Was I Raped? She looked through all her body. She pulled her hairs tight and tried to scream to her maximum volume. But her voice could not come out. She tried tospeak loudly, but vocal chords were temporarily damaged. She had been given steroidsso that women in these cases don’t create nuisance. Steroids to make her unconsciousness had also impacted her vocal chord.

There were tears running down on her cheeks. Her soul screaming just one word. “AMMA”.

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“Sheetal!!”… Garima woke up with a shiver in the middle of a night. She was sweating. She then realized it was her dream. But her heart was suddenly concerned about sheetal.

“kya hua?” Shashi Gupta asks. “Pata nahi ajeeb sa sapna tha, jaise ki sheetal muje pukar rahi ho.”.

“She is fine. 2 days before only shyam ji had called. He has told you, he will soon make sheetal to talk with you. They have some issue with mobile network in their village”

“It has never happened like that. I feel she is in trouble. Something just not ok. I know. My mind says ”

“You are thinking too much. Roz Roz ek ghanta baatein karoge aise hi hoga.. Abhi so jao. Tomorrow Aman’s family is coming.Don’t forget”

Only a mother could feel her children’s inner call, an inner pain. She could sense every heart beat. Garima too was sensing it. She wanted to share this with someone. She cannot simply ignore this strange dream.” Khushi ko batao ? . She is bounded by work pressure. Bechari ko phir yaha ka tension kyu du. I will wait for another 2-3days. Sheetal call kar hi legi”. Garima pacifies herself and tries to sleep back. But she could not. She finally dialed Khushi. Only Khushi could give her much needed mental peace.

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“Haan Amma. What happened? So late. ? I thought I will call you early morning” Khushi asked in concerned tone.

“Just was thinking about Sheetal. Its 2 days and haven’t received any call?”

Khushi was silent for a minute. She knew ,she had dialed shyam number twice and it always came off, but she did not share her worries with her mother. “Haan amma. Aisa to akka kabhi nahi karti. Don’t worry. Now since bua has returned, why don’t you go and come to their village?”

“I am thinking that, but I have never traveled alone.If I take bua, I cant leave your appa alone in this condition. Not understanding anything.”

“Don’t worry. I will arrange for some car for you.They will take you there.”

“Acha. This looks good. Tomorrow aman’s family is coming. Let’s plan after that” Garima says.

“Sab acche sai nipat jaaye. They are bringing pandit ji. I am missing you here so much.”

“Me too Amma. Few more days. I will be back”

“Acha , tomorrow just keep phone handy. I will call for anything”

“oh amma, so much work to do , and above this how can I keep seeing my mobile. It disturbs. You cant even imagine how much I need to work here, aise hi thori onsite kehtai hai..

“Watsapp gives alert sound whenever a msg comes. You can check that time.Who told you to continuously look into”.

“Miane aapko watsapp sikhaya hai. Now you are saying me only haaaann…Too intligent moms.

“waise aman was asking he would try to make video call during tomorrow in every ones presence. But iam so busy, I said , I will just message”

“What kind of girl you are?” Garima’s voice was suddenly sharp

“Now what amma?”

“You are the lone girl I have seen who shows least interest in marriage and on your would be husband!”

“he is still not my husband!” Khushi wasquick to reply

“Whatever. Kuch din mai ho to jayega. Beta life mai husband, marriage, family all are important. Why don’t you show interest.? You have said you are marrying by will, then why don’t you show some interest.”

“Nothing like that amma, just will be tired end of the day. So don’t feel to talk much on marriage”

“wahi to. Its all about giving importance to priorities. Socho agar wo aman ki jagah, tera wo hero hota? …wahi jiski photo ham din raat ghumte dekhtei phirte hai yaha ghar mein!.... Kaun wo Arnab na..

“Arnav amma!”

“Haan wahi Arnav!. Imagine agar uske sath shaadi fix hui hoti? Kaise excitement dikhati? You would have taken house on your head. Thora waise aman ko imagine karo.Dont show your ego, your dominance infront of him”

There was no reply from other end. “Hello Khushi, khusi…again network problem…khushi beta.

“Haan ma”

‘I am calling you from that time. Did you sleep back.…Did you understand what iam saying. I don’t know its so difficultto explain you. Sheetal was so easy. She had so much interest in all this customs,marriage rituals. She was so excited during her time and you are such a different girl.

“Amma, think for a minute. If it happens that way?”

“which way?

“ Imagine if arnav would propose me, ? If my marriage gets fixed with him? …

“hye ram!. Now you don’t feel tired? Talking all this nonsense.?..Same habit of day dreaming. Chup. ”

“Arey amma. Aise hi puch liya, apne usi ka to example liya tha.. Thori wo propose karega, karega to mai haan thori bolungi... Btw I wanted to tell you from longtime. Since topic of arnav came. Actually arnav singh raijyada the hero,, my favourite hero...I have met…

“Khushi, now stop about him. Come to Aman. Iam so tensed now. They are coming tomorrow. Now tell first what food I have to prepare?Not understanding anything.

“Amma, You have asked this from yesterday. Please,your traditional authentic idly sambar wada…

“They are coming for lunch!.waise bhi last time have prepared same. Need to think of something different.

“Idea!. Prepare Chinese, soup, pasta ,noodles,” Khushi was teasing her mom

“Does aman like those? Agar aisa hai to I will call that sunita , she is expert in that, I will ask her to help me”

“Relax Amma. I was just kidding!”

“No . I am serious! , I totally forgot you might be knowing what he likes.

“No.! I never asked.”

There was a pause for a moment. Khushi bite her lips and again the mother daughter silly fights continued till finally the menu for the lunch was decided and more other stuff. Khushi kept her alarm at 6am and went back to her bed.

******

“Iam asking you for one final time. You really want to leave us and go? Manohar Raijyada asked Subhadra, his wife, when she was dumping her clothes in the luggage.

“Yeah” she said as she zipped her trolley bag. Tears were rolling down her cheek.

Manohar was restless, he could not imagine she would take this harsh decision suddenly. He never expected his loving wife will ever leave his house.

“He cant even feed for himself, how would he do for you? You will repent” Manohar spoke as he saw her wiping her tears. She did not reply anything. There was a small photo frame of Arnav and Anjali near to her bedside , she grabbed that and placed in her hand bag.

“Listen, I have said you. We can correct the things. You know I love you. You are making it big deal.

“Big deal? Yes, its big for me. I had left everything and have come with you.And you don’t even value as much I do? “

“But …what you are doing is right? You are doing same mistake as mine”

“I am correcting the mistake I have done!. It suffocating here for me now”

“You will suffer with him”

“I will be happy”. She finally dragged the trolley and was proceeding out of the room.

She was going out when her footsteps stopped as Manohar asked the same painful question “Atleast, think about arnav and Anjali. Which mother would do this?”

Her legs were frozen with the words of Arnav and Anjali. Her hearts know how much she would die each minute getting separated from them.

“Its you who have put me restriction and condition. Will you send them with me?No right?” Her eyes looked swollen as she faced Manohar. She knew he would not send them with her, but even she too wished the same, kids has to be with manohar. But she did not wanted to express nor display that weakness to him. “at least take proper care of them.” That was the last she spoke to him.

She pulled her bags and was going out when Arnav who was listening to their conversion came running from behind the corner.

“Mom. Where are you going?”

“Mom, why are you not speaking”

She turned , kissed him crazily, tears rolling down her face.

“Dad, why are you not stopping her. Dad, do something. Dad, what happened.”.

“Mom!” “Mom”,Mom”.

Arnav woke up again with his dream which rupture his soul and mood every time. He never asked much about her mother as days passed. Manohar explained to a bit which was not what it was. A half constructed truth. But with each passing year, Arnav imagined that half said truth, constructed his own theory about his mother, and monohar never had that guts to correct Arnav. He never wanted to loose Arnav.

Arnav could not sleep later, he just got himself engaged browsing over some business news and industry news. He then read on trp’s of the latest serials which are hot in the market. It was for the first time, he then noticed some fan group page which had his pictures from shanghai.It was his personal visit this time to shanghai and to his knowledge he rarely appeared in public. The fan group looked to be Indian base and not the Chinese. He was surprised to see that however he tries to keep his life personal, but stillsomehow people find out . He read the iamge description in Instagram fan club.

It was written as..

“Look who is here in shanghai.. Ours Arnav …Too hot to handle isn’t he.. Well, I don’t like to approach him. You guys know, he don’t like his personal space to be disturbed!”. #ArnavInShanghai

--yours ..(GK)

He smiled reading that.! “Some sensible persons still exists!” , He thought and he did not miss to read -Yours GK.

Well, he was still unaware that GK meant-Khushi Gupta and it was his fan page which she kept active always.

Morning was breezy. Arnav headed to AR associates office. He parks the vehicle in the basement and was going towards lift. He gets a call from his director mentioning him about the need to lend his voice for one of the song sequence in the serial. Arnav agreed after certain hiccups. He immediately gets a block of hindi lyrics into his message box.

“What the ***. Text is in hindi”. He murmers within , getting frustrated with the use of hindi text. His hindi reading was weak. He needed an English translation.

He plugs his Bluetooth on and dials back. “What the hell is this. Can you brief me and send in english ….Dont understand this

“Ohh arnav , its pretty simple. Song from famous hindi film. Havent you heard. Hamare raffiq sahaab ka..

The lift was about to close, when a pair of hands tried to hold. Beautifull fairy smoothy skin. Thin long fingers.

“Wait wait wait..Please” and Khushi pushes herself fast inside the lift after pressing the button. And then the shot of heart attack was back.

Arnav was equally staggered.

Arnav could not take eyes from her. Her loosely tied wet hair strands falling over face, that morning freshness.

“The song writer at the other end, in his own rhythm suddenly started explaining the meaning of the song in English…

Chaand sa roshan chehra..this face is shining just like moon, your hairs are golden

this eyes are blue like lake , got some deep secret in them

maana ki ye jalwe tere kar denge mujhe deewana

I accept that your shining beauty will make me mad ,crazy

jee bhar ke zara main dekhun andaaz tera mastaana

let me see your beauty style until my heart fully satisfies.

Arnav was lost into her and to those words echoing in his eardrums, every bit matching with words. And suddenly he heard her speaking loudly “KyAAA”

“It was usual practice for Aman to call Khushi while she was on her way back to office. Aman was so excited that they will be finalizing the marriage dates today.

“Finally ye kharab time period gaya..otherwise I would have kidnaped that pandit who was delaying in searching good dates..”

“Patience patience” Khsuhi replied, while brisk walking towards office gate.

Their usual discussion was on, when suddenly aman asked Khushi that he want to listen once from her conveying her love towards him.

“you never said once. Please ek baar bolo. I want to hear it.”

“not now!...”

“arey kya baat hai..sab kuch after marriage bolti ho…ismai bolne mai kya pbm hai..thori mai waha ajaunga abhi”

“arey iam in office…I have already circled 2 rounds in parking, …need to go. Please lots of work”

She swiftly observes the lift and run towards , and hold her hand to stop it by her force and with other hand press the lift up arrow button.

She was stunned to see Arnav standing inside the lift!.

“I love you Khushi.. please ek baar bol do..I love you. I want to hear it ..”

“KYAAA” Stunned Khushi could not control her pitch.

She then signaled Arnav who was looking at her bafflingly. “Sorry. In call”. She made a face. Arnav ignored. His attention then suddenly went to the person at the other end of the call whom he was on line with..

“Arnav you there? I will send you in English text. You should listen to Mohahhamad raffi hits once. Mind blowing they are”

“Did I ask you the lyrics. Just forward me translated” He cut the call

“please bolo na.. Ek baar bol do I love you. .”Aman was adamant. she was engrossed in seeing Arnav standing so close.

“Please bolo na. Iam waiting. Iam not keeping the phone till u say”. Aman continued. In rebut, she lowered her phone volume.

“Baad mein..theek hai. I will call u later. byeee“ she hurriedly disconnected the call…

She gave odd smile seeing Arnav.

“I don’t wanted to talk to u, but if a question remained unanswered then dimaag ghumne lagta gai…. So I have decided I will ask you.. “

Confused arnav looked towards her questioningly. He did not understand a bit what she just said.

“Aap yaha office mein? You are a stake holder here? I mean..“

“Tum mere baarein mai kaafi sochti ho shayad…” Arnav did not let her finish her sentence.

“No.!.. Nothing like that. Just was curious,Never saw any actor coming to business office wo bhi IT company. I did not knew Anjali is your sister.. “ He did not reply anything, but was little taken back by her question

She wanted to irritate him a bit more. And seeing him standing in person so close again, she was more tempted to talk with him. “Wil lyou be working here from now? How about your acting career? You are orrrrr were an actor right?” Khushi gave a crafy smile.

Arnav gave a starry look. “Focus on your job Khushi. I fear if you would lose it. VR associates revenue comes from here.”

Khsuhi got suddenly alarmed.”I know my job . I know AR is our client. They have hired because we are , because I am worth it!.”

“Prove it!, instead of wasting time”

“Wasting time? I am? I am in lift” and she suddenly realized why they haven’t reached the floor yet. To her dismair, she observed the floor number was not pressed and it was still at basement. She turned towards Arnav and again pressed the floor number.

“Focus!”.

They did not talk for next 5mins. Lift opened at the floor, when both of them simultaneously tried to come out. Arnav made a face and showed her way. She saw him from corner of eye and came out from lift. She then turned back to look at him , and Arnav was walking towards Anjali’s cabin. She walked fast towards the war room area of the go live team.

“hey Arnav.. Forgot to ask u in morning. What time is your flight? Anjali asks when arnav settled.

“4am “

“Ash, you shall leave early from office. You need a good sleep”

“Ah di. U know iam used to travelling with odd hours. I will be awake. I can manage.. Infact I was thinking how can we crack one of the deal other day we were discussing”

“Dad, loved that approach. He would be here in no time. Also akash would be in today “

Arnav did not mention anything on taking akash name.

“I would soon setup meeting with HK regional manager and US counterpart. But I have all meeting lined up till 11pm.

“That’s not problem. Make it after that. This deal is jackpot . I would love to hear more it on.. I will depart directly from office”.

“Ah. I would miss you Arnie”

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Khsuhi rushed and sat on her seat. Breathing heavily. Kishore looked at her and was smiling..

“what happened?” Khsuhi asked Kishore.

Aisa lag raha hai..arnav singh raijyada ko milkar aa rahi ho…

“how do u know..i mean we were in same lift”.

“your facial expression change ..you know…”

“lunch time pai batayungi.. Aaj late ho gaya…..today have to finish of this module. Aaj kitni bhi raat ho jaye..i am not gonna leave office without signing off this..”. Khushi adjusted her seat , unlocked her laptop. She then go towards one of her team mate sitting at the adjacent end to get updates on some issue.

Arnav was making his way towards one of the meeting room, when he shortly stopped. He paused for a while and took few steps back and looked towards his right. He saw his picture as screen saver on one of the laptop.

Before he could interpret something thinking about a Chinese fan placing his pic as screen saver, he saw Khushi coming towards desk. She pulls the chair to sit and unlock the same computer.

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Thank you for reading.

Please let me know your valuable feedback.

Love

Awesome update and welcome back.

Khushi is just not interested in Aman. Just going along for her family.

Already feel bad for rude awakening call, an insult from Arnav that will further bitter things between them. May be push her more into reality and towards Aman. It’s surely people like Aman who don’t think twice before uttering “I love you “ for their benifit and then once his initial excitement and honeymoon period is over, start dominating and dictating life on their terms. Will it be only then how true and meaningful Anjali’s words regarding marriage are ?

It’s sad how and when Garima realizes in the name of wedding her older daughter was lost on her into a world she has never guessed.

Aman seems like another Shyam........hope Khushi realizes in time and backs off from the marriage proposal........

first time since IPK ended I felt bad for Sheetal.......... wished somehow she mustve managed to run away when Thakur was busy with Karan, but unfortunately she was taken advantage of......... Shyam should rot in hell for doing this to her.......

ooooo...

Welcome back...

Was missing the story...

So, Manohar is the doodh Ka dhula....eager to know the truth......

So, hopefully Arnav would now know that Khushi is a fan and GK stands for (Gupta Khushi/Khushi Gupta)!!

Or will he just misunderstand the whole thing and blast her for stalking!!!

I am Excited for the next part .....

Thank u for continuing.. Even if u give an update once in a month, we are OK with it.. But don't abandon this story.. Wondering about truth if Arnav's parents.. Also just hope Sheetal will be rescued by Karan.. Aman n Khushi?? Not liking.. Strong Anjali.. So many things covered in a single update.. Great.. N BTW, what did u just do??? Aise cliffhanger pe koi chhodta hai kya?? I feel Arnav will bring out all the history and geography of Khushi now😉😁.. I think next update should be a bit early than one month, it is hard to resist to know what happens next

Love

Vandie