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He closed his mouth again, unable to share his thoughts, because to be completely honest, he didn't know why he had helped her. He heard Anjali and Shyam approaching them from the edge of the stage and he kept looking at her as they got close.

"You won" he breathed, as the realisation finally dawned on him. He had been so lost in the moment that he had forgotten all about their bet. Shit! What had he just done?

"Khushi ji, congratulations!" Anjali beamed, pulling her into a side hug as Shyam looked on, outraged from what he had just seen between Arnav and Khushi. The chemistry between the two of them had been undeniable, the whole room had heated up, fuelling the fire of his rage.

"Ji? Oh, yes, thank, thank you Anjali ji" Khushi said, trying to get her bearings as she realised she was still at the sangeet.

Arnav took one last look at her and stepped to the side, beginning to walk away, he needed to clear his head. He needed to think of what to say.

"Chote, can you get the murti?" Anjali called out to her retreating brother.

"Whatever" Arnav shot back, before walking away, unable to say much more.

Anjali scowled at her moody brother, she couldn't believe that he had just danced! It had been the most enjoyable thing for her to watch, but she knew it must have been strange for him, so she had decided to lay off the teasing, for now.

Shyam continued to look at Khushi as she shuffled nervously "Uhh, maybe, we should do the award giving later" Khushi thought, thinking about him. She really needed to talk to him, she wanted to ask what had made him dance with her. He could have sat back and just watched her lose. He could have had everything he wanted, her humiliation, his win, her loss.

"Are you sure Khushi ji?" Anjali asked, watching as Khushi nodded and started to walk away.

"Wait Khushiji, could you do me a big favour?" she asked.

Khushi nodded again.

"I think Chote isn't in a great mood, can you please get the murti instead? We can give it to you guys at the end of the night, but it will be convenient to have it near the stage"

"Ji Anjali ji" Khushi said robot like, still consumed by thoughts of Arnav and the way he had felt so close against her, like he wanted her.

Did he really?

Was everything he showed her just a pretence? She wished with all her heart that it was true, that everthing he had said to her was a lie. That he cared about her, and wanted her.

Her chest almost hurt from the magnitude of hope she had, but it was clouded with reality. Telling and reminding her that she couldn't let her hopes get high, because this man was the most unpredictable man she had ever met. She shouldnt expect anything, she couldn't.

It would break her.

She dragged her feet along past Anjali and Shyam, not noticing as Shyam watched her walk away. The girl that encaptured his lust, was in the arms of someone else, and there was nothing he could do about it.

She walked aimlessly until she realised she needed to go get the statue and turned around in the corridor to walk to Anjali's room where it was stored in her cupboard.

Arnav, meanwhile, walked with ambition. He wanted to put as much difference between him and Khushi as possible, so he could breathe again and let his mind think. So he could give himself one solid logical reason why he had just done what he had. He felt the frustration and anger at himself build up with every step, walking towards his room.

He remembered his sisters words just as he was about to throw his door open, how she had asked him to get something. He sighed in irritation as he turned on his heel and headed towards her room to grab the murti. He didn't need the added pressure of everyone asking him why he was so bothered by it all.

Yes, maybe that was it.

Maybe if he pretended like it didn't happen, it would make it disappear. It was the only way he could find the right atmosphere to be able to think, otherwise, if he kept thinking about the scent of her skin and the softness of her long tresses caressing his skin, he knew he would lose his mind.