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"Mr. Raizada, when did you get married?"

Arnav took a quick glance at his beautiful wife, sitting next to him. Khushi was dressed in a red saree with heavy gota work. Her face was glowing in the lights used by the media crew for the recording. They were sitting together on a sofa in the living room of Shantivan, holding hands. Sitting in the sofa next to them were Nani, Payal, Akash and Mami.

"On February 14^th, along with my brother."

Mukta Ghosh cleared her throat. One of the top journalists of the country, Mukta had once dreamed of becoming the wife of the leading business tycoon, the most eligible bachelor, Arnav Singh Raizada. Last week, she had been shocked when her secretary had walked in with the news of the press conference. Eight bottles of vodka later, she was determined to figure out what was wrong.. why would Arnav Singh Raizada, who could have any woman in the world, marry a low-class uneducated girl? Did she trap him? If someone would find it out, it would be her, the best investigative reporter in the country. She looked at Khushi and asked, "Why were no photographs released to the media?" She turned to Arnav and with a flirtatious smirk that was reserved only for Arnav, added. "That's unfair, ASR."

Arnav squeezed Khushi's hand and Khushi looked at him. As their eyes met, a smile appeared on Arnav's face. "That's because there were no pictures taken." He looked at Mukta, and his smile disappeared, "Khushi and I eloped and we got married in a temple."

Mukta's eyes opened wide. Eloped? ASR? Who would have ever thought .. She was fuming, as she turned to Khushi.

"Mrs. Raizada, tell us about you. How come someone, who no one has ever heard of, how did you become ASR's wife?" She scoffed. Arnav's eyes opened wide.

Khushi smiled, "That's because only a nobody", Khushi added an emphasis to the word, with a smirk, "like me was brave enough to challenge him and find a way into his heart." Arnav relaxed.

"Did you enter the Lucknow fashion show with the same intention, to" Mukta added, with a snort. "find a way into his heart."

Arnav glared at her, as he screamed. "Ms. Ghosh, you are done." He looked around the room, "Does anyone else have any questions?"

A tall lean man with glasses raised his hand. "Mr. Raizada, why the sudden interest in the press conference after six months?"

Arnav relaxed and he said, "I wanted women to move on, those women who were waiting forever, with the hope of becoming my wife." He took a quick glance at Mukta, who looked annoyed. "I should have called the conference earlier, but due to personal reasons, it got delayed."

A young, slightly plump woman stood up. "But, ASR, when you were with Ms. Kashyap, you had announced that you were not interested in getting married? What changed after you met Mrs. Raizada."

Arnav smiled. "I fell in love." Khushi blushed. "oohs", "aahs..", "awww.." were heard among the journalists.

"Ok, that will be all." Arnav stood up from the sofa. "If you have any further questions, contact my manager and we can arrange a meeting."

Just then Hari Prakash walked in, looking worried. He stopped next to Arnav and whispered something in his ear. Arnav's eyes opened wide. He turned to Hari Prakash and said, "Please see every one out." He turned around and walked into the kitcken. Khushi looked at every one else, confused and then followed Arnav.

"Arnav? What's wrong?" Arnav looked over his shoulder hearing Khushi's voice. He saw his family standing at the door to the kitchen.

"Nani", Arnav said, his face stricken with worry. "Dadi is missing from the ashram."

"Anjali?" Nani asked, concerned.

"She is still there."

"Bhai, do you think Dadi is coming here?" Akash asked.

"I am not sure, whatever it is, we will deal with it." He turned to Khushi. "We should leave for home now, if we have to get to Priya's house on time for the wedding."

Khushi nodded, but stopped as she saw Nani touch Arnav's arm. "Chotte, now that Anjali isn't coming back, cant you and Khushi bitiya stay here? With us? At your home?"

Nani quickly added, as Arnav looked at Khushi, "I remember what you said Chotte and I know it would have been difficult with Anjali in the same house. If she ever decides to come back, I won't stop you if you want to leave. But until then, please .. stay with us. We need you, Ananya needs you." Khushi took Arnav's hand in hers and gently squeezed it. Arnav exhaled deeply and nodded.