ArHi FF: Bairi Piya - A Vengeful Lover Ch. 5 Pg-23 - Page 13

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Chapter 4: Promises Kept

Khushi's mouth fell open as she realized he was standing in her sitting room again. Stomping her foot she said, well moreso screeched, "I told you to get lost!"

"And I told you that I would be back!" he replied coolly, not even missing a beat.

She scowled, desperately wanting him OUT of her house.

Shyam looked at her dejectedly, "Aww, come on Khushi, don't be like that. I admit we have had our share of problems but we'll sort them out..."

"Shyam leave!" Khushi shouted again, staring at him as menacingly as she possibly could, but he remained unfazed, still standing there with a cocky grin on his face.

Stomping her foot again she turned and headed back into the bedroom to find Arnav. Stupid, idiot, moron, pig, numbskull! Dingbat! Thinks he can just waltz back into my life.

Finally inside their bedroom, she screamed once again, "Arnav, what were you thinking?!? Bringing HIM here?"

"Now who's being mean?" he answered, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"Arnav! This is serious, how could you bring him here?"

He raised his arms in defense "Hey, it wasn't my fault. I thought he was your friend and you would want to see him"

"ARNAV. That's him," she replied, shooting daggers at her husband, her hands resting tightly on her hips.

"Him?" A puzzled look came across his chiseled face, "Him who?"

"SHYAM!"

"Yeah, I do know his name. He introduced himself to me. Mr. Shyam Manohar Jha-"

"ARNAV," she yelled in frustration, she elaborated, her voice seething with anger. "That's SHYAM. SAM!!!!"

And that was enough to bring an instantaneous change over her husband. "Sam? You mean that b**tard that you were crying over during your internship? The one that made you all mean and cranky and annoying?" questioned Arnav, as the truth dawned on him.

"I was NOT mean, Mr. Raizada," she answered indignantly, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Uhh. You definitely were. I don't know what you're thinking of yourself, but you sure weren't Miss Congeniatlity back then."

"Ufff. That is not the point here," she rolled her eyes exasperated.

"Oh right, of course. So what do you want me to do now?" he questioned absentmindedly.

"Get him out of MY house. Arnav! What is wrong with your brain?!"

He began walking out, only to turn around and ask "Wait. Wasn't kicking him out your job?"

"ARNAV!" she yelled, grabbing her husband by the collar and pushing him out of the bedroom.

"Fine, fine I'm going." he answered back, composing himself before heading into the living room.

Arnav paused outside the living room and watched Shyam flipping through his phone, extremely comfortable where he was sitting, as if he had done this everyday of his life.

This was the man that had once been a part of his Khushi's life.

Straightening his jacket, he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Glaring forcefully, the perfected version of the ASR/Laad Governor stare to be exact, he barged into the room; Towering over Shyam, he grabbed him by the collar, lifting the surprised man up from the sofa leaving the two men standing eye to eye.

"Shyam. You need to leave." he stated, his voice firm and unyielding.

"Oh, but Mr. Raizada, we were just getting reacquainted with each other! And we," he pointed between himself and Arnav, "were just getting to know each other! We don't wanna spoil the fun now do we?"

"Who says anyone's having fun?" Arnav blasted back.

"Well I don't know about you, but I for one am really enjoying this bonding." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, Arnav looked down to realize that he was still holding Shyam's collar, and their faces were extremely close to each other.

He let go, jumping back quickly, "Uh. Um. Mr. Jha, no one is having any fun. And we, meaning Khushi and I, don't really want you here; so we would appreciate it if you could leave, NOW."

"And you already know where the door is, so go." Khushi, who had stepped back into the living room, spoke up.

"Aww...Come on guys; I mean, really, all of what happened was in the past. Can't we just forget it all and move on? You know, be friends? We can do that, can't we?" Shyam asked with an innocent and hopeful smile pasted on his face, "We can at least be friends now and move on now, can't we?"

Arnav and Khushi both looked at him with disbelief, "Just leave Shyam. Please." Khushi said.

Shyam's face morphed suddenly, with a derisive and challenging tone he said, "I was just keeping my promise Khushi Raizada, and trust me. One day, you will be BEGGING for me to come back."

He walked towards her, throwing a scowl at Arnav on his way; pausing in front of the glowering Khushi Shyam bent down to lay a kiss on her cheek. Throwing them both a devilish wink Shyam made his way out of the house, leaving behind a fuming Khushi and Arnav Singh Raizada.

Shyam glanced back in as he exited, She would be back. No one can possibly resist Shyam Manohar Jha!

"Uff!"

He bounced back as he ran into a small woman. She looked at him annoyed, "Are you blind?!? Watch where you're going."

He looked her up and down appreciatively, whistling, "He-llo gorgeous! It's always great to bump into such a ravishing young woman like you." He smiled, sticking his hand out, "Shyam Manohar Jha," he introduced himself. "It is certainly a pleasure."

"And I am married," replied Payal, not even making an effort to be nice.

"Well hellooo... Mary!"

"Argh! Married you idiot, again are you blind? I am obviously pregnant!"

Shyam smirked, leaning in, "I'll let you in on a little secret sweetheart; you don't have to get married to get pregnant!"

Payal's face turned red with anger, insolent idiot, brute, nikamma! HOW RUDE! She was about to give him a piece of her mind when Akash emerged beside her, "Payal, jaan! Let's go!"
Shyam cocked an eyebrow, well this sure was a new development, Mrs. Married was actually Mrs. Akash Singh Raizada...another Raizada Woman.

"Akash!" Shyam exclaimed stopping Akash in his tracks, "This beautiful little thing belongs to you?"

Akash stepped slightly before Payal and opened his mouth to reply, only to shut it again when Payal pushed him away and screeched out, "BELONG?!?!? Arghhh! Look you-"

Akash slapped his hand over her mouth, struggling as she slapped and kicked at him.

"Can you please not get her worked up? She's pregnant-"

Payal finally slapped his hand away, "Again! I'm pregnant not DYING!" She turned to Shyam, "and you! You-"

"Payal," Khushi's voice came from the doorway, "Ignore him. And get in here. Now."

Payal glared at Shyam a last time, she sure did not like this man! Akash ushered her into the door, looking warily at Shyam who stood their seemingly still checking Payal out. He wasn't going to bother, because frankly, Akash had enough of the man for a day.

"Who was that?" Payal asked Khushi, annoyed.

"No one. He's not important."

The next morning Khushi awoke to the persistent ringing of her cell phone. It seemed like everyone in her contact list had chosen now to send her a message. Groping for the phone she sat up, yawning as she opened up the first text.
It was from a new number:

She stared at it, confused. Who could have sent her this? Arnav was snoring away next to her in oblivion. Forget sending her a message, she would be surprised if he was even aware of the phone going off in the morning.

Still pondering over who could have sent the first message, she opened the next one:

Present? What present? As if in answer to her question, the bell rang, resonating ominously throughout the house. Taking along her phone she rushed to the door. Opening it she was met with a delivery boy holding a bouquet of white lilies. White lilies?Who could possibly send her those? But right then, as if on cue, her phone buzzed again.

What in the name of heaven was going on?

As the delivery boy left, Khushi frantically clicked the "Read" button, wanting to find out what the next message was going to be from this person.

White Lilies Back then? During her university days! Of course! They were her favorite flowers back then, but of course, she now preferred orange chrysanthemums. And as far as she remembered, everyone knew that she liked the orange chrysanthemums.

Everyone except one person.

Shyam.

Shyam? What was he doing? Arnav. I need to tell Arnav. But what if he feels hurt that I didn't tell him before? No Khushi! she told herself, you can't think about that. Arnav is Arnav, he's sweet and caring. He isn't a creepy stalker like Shyam. Shyam what are you doing? She looked at the flowers in her hand, suddenly they looked dangerous, poisonous, jumping back she threw them on the floor.

Her phone buzzed again:

Panicking, she looked up to see that she hadn't even closed the door. Immediately, she slammed the door shut, and leaned back onto it, sliding to the ground. What was he doing? She tried to message him back, telling him to stop. But it bounced back, this number took no incoming. "Arnav!" she screamed, "ARNAV!"

And within seconds, he was leaning down in front of her. Cupping her face in his hands, he looked questioningly at her, "Khushi, love, are you all right? What happened?"

Those few words broke her down completely as she began sobbing in her husband's arms. "Arnav...Woh...Texts...Shyam...Flowers...Lilies.." she cried, saying seemingly random words which Arnav couldn't comprehend in the least.

"Khushi. Khushi calm down," he said firmly. She burrowed further into him, taking deep breaths, as his strong arms embraced her small form. He sat there for a few moments, rocking her quivering form back and forth. Finally pulling back he gently wiped away the tears that had inevitably fallen.

"Let's go sit down in the living room," he said softly, "and you can tell me what happened. Starting from the beginning."

And so they did just that. Arnav and Khushi settled onto the living room couch; his arm lay protectively around her shoulders as she sat with her head leaning into his chest, fingers playing with an errant piece of thread as she told him everything.

Beginning from when Shyam stepped into their house in the afternoon two days ago...




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