School Enemies Turned Hubby Wifey Part 6

Dusra Bakra

The Sun was so mean that It started spreading its beam, disturbing the Love birds Raizada’s who were sleeping snuggling too close.

“Arnav Baba, Khushi Didi, Subah Ho gayi, Naniji aur Anjali didi Aapko dund rahe hain(Arnav Baba and Khushi Didi, its morning. Nani and Anjali Di are searching for you)” Hari Prakash was knocked the door and went before his baba could yell.

“Oye Laad governor. Wake up. I know you are not sleeping. And stop nuzzling your nose on my crook” Khushi said irritated. Well she was acting to be irritated.

“When you know then why are you stopping me?” Arnav asked with a smirk as his hand started roaming on her bare body under the duvet.

“Arnav, stop it” Khushi said in trembling voice as his touch was sending shivers down her spine.

Arnav smiled seeing his effect on her.

Khushi just pushed him and jumped out of the bed trying to wrap bed sheet around her. But she just sat on the bed

“Ahh” she cried in pain and clutched her lower abdomen.

“Khushi” Arnav reached her side as he heard her cry and then seeing her state he guessed the reason.

“Oye, it happens. Its only second time. Moreover you were so Jungli bhilli yesterday. So just take some rest. Don’t try all these jumping like some Jhansi Rani” Arnav tried to ease her pain by diverting her.

“huh Laad governor. I understand. Just that.. forget it. I ll just go and take a shower.” She said and stood up. He pulled her back and she landed on his chest.

“Nope. You are not. Take some rest.”He said and started caressing the place where she was clutching in pain. She felt it soothing and closed her eyes. At that time she heard a voice.

“Abbe Saale Arnav. Where are you. Bahar aa Saale Kameene.”

Arnav knew who it was.

“Khushi you just rest. I will check with that Kameena. No getting up Ok” He warned and went to check the Yelling idiot.

He came down and there stood RM’s 3^rd Mr. Handsome after Arnav n NK.

**SHALEEN BHANOT As VISHAL KHANNA

He was standing there with his bags on his shoulders and Anjali was hanging on him like another bag.

“Arey. My Mrs. Khanna. Leave me. First let me check on your chote. Kameena married and forgot me. He dint even check where I am or what I am doing. How can he forget his school senior+friend+your sweet lover+his Jeeju hun?” He was saying with angry voice.

“Oye you Kameena. When did you return from Italy? Sorry wrong question. Why did you come?” Arnav asked with a grin and earned a slap from Anjali.

“What the. I am watching from yesterday. All are slapping me hitting me.” Arnav made a grumpy face.

“Well where is my sister. Don’t ask who. I am asking about your wife Saale”

“Oh hello. Soon you are gonna run away Mr. Vishal Khanna. Ah yes and my jeejaji.” He said with hidden smile.

Yes He was Vishal Khanna Arnav school senior, friend and Anjali’s class mate in college. They both loved each other and married for a year.

Arnav Remembered about how Khushi used to torture Vishal in school time along with himself.

Flashback

Once, being senior Vishal pulled khushi’s leg by making her wear a card with I am a Mad written on it. Khushi being Khushi somehow managed to escape. But decided to teach him a lesson.

On the day of PT class, when all boys are supposed to wear white sports shirt, Khushi used her opportunity.

Vishal came to the PT class with his uniform. But the others started laughing at him. he scratched his head. He called Arnav who was going on some work.

“Abbe Arnav just check what is on my back. All are laughing seeing my back” he said. Arnav took a look and started laughing catching his tummy.

“Vishal, its written that

Mai hun Ghadha. Jo bhi isko padha, samajhlo ki yeh sach hai Aadha(I am a donkey, who ever reads it, know that this is only half truth)”

Arnav read the lines under the pic of a donkey stuck on his back between his laughter.

“Who did this?” Vishal was scratching his head.

There stood Khushi laughing with her friends.

“Oye senior ji, this is my style of ragging” she said and went from there.

“you too vishal? Well I think I have a company.” Arnav said earning an angry glare from Vishal.

“Oye who is that shouting Kameena? How dare he calls Arnav Kameena?” Khushi came to the living room.

Arnav stood there with his eyes fixed on her. she was looking gorgeous in that blue green double color saree like a new bloom flower.

“Who is that?” Khushi stood next to Arnav and asked nudging him.

“well he is Jeejaji.” Arnav said biting his laughter.

“Oh Di’s pyaare Vishal ji hun?” Khushi asked rising her brows at anjali.

“Khushi, stop teasing me hun. By the way, yes he is my pyare Vishl ji” Anjali announced.

“Arey Wah. Khushiji, I dint know that I was pyare for her. thanks to you. The time you came is really good for me.” He said winking.

“Ahh” Vishal immediately cried. As Anjali hit him with folded newspaper.

“Looks like all wives do this to their husband.” Arnav mumbled and there goes

“Ahhh” Arnav’s cry. This time Khushi was having the newspaper. All the family members laughed at the young couples.

“Ok Vishal, now come fresh yourself. And have breakfast. And come soon. If u r late, you wont get anything to eat as you know your Foodie Saale.”

“Well he is a foodie Raizada. But he never digs into dishes na. he used to save for others too right?” Vishal asked Anjali.

“That was long before jeeju. From yesterday Nannav mera Bhai became a food gulping machine. After all Khushiji’s cooking hai na?” NK said smiling cheekily.

“You stop pulling my leg” Arnav roared.

“Arnavji. Stop shouting. Else no food today.” Khushi threatened him and Arnav just glared at her and went.

“Looks like Lion has got a ring master” Vishal nusged Anjali and she just grinned.

Suddenly

“Mai hun Ghadha. Jo bhi isko padha, samajhlo ki yeh sach hai Aadha”

All heard this song and turned to the direction where it came from. There near the staircase Arnav was standing with a naughty smirk. Khushi was scratching her head thinking why he is singing this now. While Vishal gave a bewildered expression and all others where trying to decode their mute conversation.