Chapter-12
khusi pov

Anxiously looking outside the car , the passing sceneries bringing back so many memories. The car stopped infront of a tea stall, the noise of the crowd sitting on the benches could be heared. From the corner of my eyes i could tell the man beside me never looked up from the laptop sitting on his lap.
  
The cars lining up started moving one by one at a slow speed, soon the breeze hit my face. The car took a right turn, a garage painted with yellow colour can be seen.  The flower shop looked a little different with the newly odd combination of flowers.

The car stopped, i was the one to jump off the car first not even waiting for the man struggling to put his laptop inside a bag. Buaji took a little time answering the knocking on the door, lard governor's footsteps could be heared as he followed me.

The devil was trying to take off the sweats forming on his forehead with his hands. I knocked once again.

"Haye rah nandkishor wait i am opening the door" the voice could be heared from inside of the house.

" Titaliya you came,  i was waiting for you" she said as she opened the door and hugged me.

" Buaji i missed you , i thought you would  call me but you never did"

"Ahem! Ahem! " Lard governor cleared his throat to get our attention.

on hearing the sound  buaji turned her face to see the man who was still standing like a poll with an intact expression.

"Arnav beta I'm so happy to see you, it's so nice of you that you came with her" she said assuring him that he was more than welcomed. "please come inside"

On entering the house you can see the  the living room with an open kitchen.

He sat on the sofa which was not that comfortable in compared to the one's he has a habit of,  facing the  small old model tv behind which you can clearly see a  dinning table. Though it was hard to tell what he was thinking from his poker face but the sweats on his forehead tells how uneasy he was feeling.

I can see from where i was sitting,  Buaji was pouring something into a glass,  she came and gave it to him. It was lemon juice to hydrated himself as he looked a little pale.  Five minutes in and look at his condition, i wonder how he will survive two days.

"Buaji where is jiji?" I asked her as I  was looking around.

"She went to Dehradun to attend kamla's wedding"

" I soo wanted to attend her wedding" i said pouting.

She laughed at my childish behaviour.

"Arnav beta, khusi will show you her room, meanwhile i will cook something for you" She signlaed me with moving her eyebrows.

My room was next to the living room so i just stood up and took the suitcase which i kept next to the lamp table.

"Come, i will show you 'my' room" i told him giving a little pressure on the word my to which he rolled his eyes.

I closed my room's door when he passed by me and sat on the bed , staring at the stars attached to bed with threads . Technically it's my and jiji's room but most of the decorations were done by me.

My eyes unknowingly went to the poster of Salman khan pasted on the wall. Ahh! How much missed seeing his face every morning. I walked up to that wall and let my hands room around the picture for a bit.

"You know i always thought that i will marry Salman Khan and he will propose me by singing the song 'mujsa saddhi karogi'" i said and turned around.

He narrowed his eyes and tilt his head as if he never heard the name of the song.  I was amused how can somebody not know, Being a Bollywood lover i was offended. So I  showed him some of my favourite moves from that song by singing along with dancing.

"What the- I'm sure you are the only single piece in this world" he said this with wide eyes and hands crossed instead of dancing with me.

"Tsk! You are an ignorant child who doesn't know the craze of Bollywood, anyways i will take that as a compliment"

After having dinner i was watching tv in the living  room and lard governor was in my room. When buaji came with a glass of milk and gave me, i was about to drink it

"Shankadevi this is not for you, go give it to arnav beta he must be tired, we don't much facilities to provide him anyways"she said with a sad smile.

"Don't worry about that Buaji he came here to stay Knowing that we don't have any luxury to offer"

When i came inside my room i spotted him sitting on the study table attached to the wall. I gave him the glass of milk and he drank it.

I was about go to bed when someone grabbed my hand, I turned around to see that lard governor's  face was barely a few inch away from me and his one hand  holding my waist to keep me in place, i can feel his breathe on my face . My own heart beats were getting faster, his brown eyes were fixed on my lips.

"You aren't allowed to sleep on the bed, not with me"he said

"Ehh, wh-a-t"i didn't see that coming.

" What you thought that you will sleep on the same bed with, stop day dreaming khusi" he said as he dropped my hands removing his hand from my waist and made his way towards the bed.

My body got freezed by what happened earlier so it took a little time to process what he actually meant and when i finally understood my anger was on another level.

How dare he insult me like that In my house. I ran towards the bed  grabbed the pillows and pulled the blankets towards me from his grip.

"Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada if you don't remember it's my home so I'm the one who will decided not you, so you stop daydreaming that you can control everything"

"Ohh is it? So what do you think where i should sleep" he said in a challenging voice looking around my small room with no sofa.

He knows i can't make him sleep in the living room then buaji will ask me many questions which i can't answer.

"Go sleep on the floor or stand here for the rest of the night" i told him knowing that he won't dare to step out of my room as he also don't want anyone to know.