School Enemies Turned Hubby Wifey Part 15

THE PAINT

Khushi: Arnnnaaav

She called him slow voice between the kiss.

Arnav: Hmmm?

She lost it. She pushed him and started moving out of the pool.

Arnav: Khushi?

Khushi: Arnav, I am shivering you Laad governor. Damn you if u plan make out in pool. Come now, take bath you stinky fellow and come down. Nani called us.

Arnav pouted and came out of the pool and rushed to bathroom.

Arnav(from bathroom): Khushi, get me my towel na.

Khushi understood his plan.

Khushi: Towel is already kept inside bathroom.

Arnav(Huffed): My grey shirt and black pant.

Khushi: Your dress is kept near your dressing table, I am going to kitchen. You can come out in towel and change here. Bye. And try some other plan Laad governor. Chamkili jaal mein phasne wali nahi, phasane wali hai.

Your chamkili is not the one to get trapped but the one who traps.

Arnav thought

Arnav: Teri toh. Aaj raat ko tumhari khabar lunga. Tab tak nahi chodunga jab tak tu chillake mere naam na legi. Chamkili toh gayi aaj raat.

Tonight I will teach you lesson for this. You will not be spared till you scream my name.

Arnav dressed up and came down. He was planning to work from home today as his Di and Jeeju were here today. Down in Living room, he saw Nani sitting anxiously, Mami doing her touch up, NK scratching his head. Anjali was sitting smiling ear to ear and Vishal was sitting with PHAS GAYA BICHARA expression. Arnav dint know what to make out from his crazy family members.

He folded his shirt sleeve as he descended the stair and at the sametime, Khushi was coming from kitchen with tea tray.

Arnav(thought): Hoye kya lag rahi hai. Kese har rang ke sadi mein you turn me ON

Look stunning. How every color suits you so well that you turn me on everytime.

Arnav winked.

Khushi glared.

Khushi(thought): Shut up Laad governor Besharam Raizada. You wet my Saree first. Now…

Arnav(thought): Now what chamkili? You are wet? Come one. Speak out. Come on my Jungli bhilli.

Arnav smirked and Khushi literally was letting fire from her nostrils. She eyed the hot tea in her hands as she kept it on the table in living room. Arnav understood her gesture and sat silently on the single seat and Khushi sat on its arms giving a GOOD BOY look to Arnav.

INSPIRED FROM MY FAVORITE TELUGU MOVIE KOTHABANGARULOKAM. I LOVE THIS SCENE SO MUCH.

In school days, Arnav and Khushi were in hostel. The Boys and Girl’s hostel was connected by a corridor with a dark room joining both the wings.

In weekends they were allowed to play in the ground there in the Evening.

Arnav loved playing Cricket with his friends while Khushi used to visit library and chit chat with her friends.

Once while Arnav was playing cricket, his friend hit a shot that was too long that Arnav was running behind the ball to catch it. But as he caught the ball, he hit Khushi who was passing by. And accidentally the ball hit her lightly.

Khushi glared at him raising her brow. Arnav smiled naughtily and showed the ball

Arnav: Chamkili not my mistake. Ball hit you. I will tell the ball to ask sorry.

Khushi fumed. Arnav moved to play while Khushi looked here and there. She saw something and her eyes twinked. she moved out and came back holding her hand behind her and patted Arnav’s shoulder. He turned and raised his brow seeing her eyes twinkling with naughty glint.

She immediately emptied a box of paint on his shirt before he could react.

Khushi: oh poor Laad governor. It was not me. But this box. It will say sorry. Ok. Else I will tell to ask it.

She laughed and turned leaving Arnav fuming. But as soon as he saw her short knee length skirt and her long braid dancing as she walked.

Arnav always loved her long hair and the way it danced as she walked was a sight to watch.

Arnav thought even today her long hair had a high effect on him. Khushi knew the direction of his thought. Arnav was enjoying her hair brushing on his face and forgot the world around.

Nani: CHOTE.

Mami: Woh ka he Sasuma, Arnav Bitwaa is planning honeymoonwa in his kthoughtswa. Bichara is marriedwa just phor a monthwa and dint even gojj phor honeymoonwa when his Di and jeeju enjoyed 3 weeksya honeymoonwa and came back with extra luggagewa.

All laughed while 4 people blushed.

NK: Nannav mere bhai, karma kyun rahe ho?

Vishal: my dear chote sale saab. Its Sharma, not karma.

NK: oops, sharma karma all same.

He said sheepishly holding his ears.

Arnav then only remembered Mami telling Anjali and Vishal coming with extra luggage. He immediately raised his brow to VIshal who hung his head.

Arnav: Jeejaji?

Vishal: Arey don’t look a cop seeing a murderer. Is it a crime getting my wife pregnant?

Arnav: DI? Pregnant?

Anjali smiled nodding and hung her head blushing shades of red.

Arnav: wah. At last. After 1 long year. Now you get my Di pregnant. Uff. Sometimes I thought you to be..

Before he could complete, Vishal glared at him and Khushi slapped his chest.

Vishal: umar ki nahi toh kam se kam mere relationship ka toh lihas kar sale. Mein tumhare behen ka Pati Dev hoon.

Atleast respect my relationship of being your sis’s husband if u don’t respect my age.

Vishal: Vese, U say me who was mostly abroad leaving my beautiful wife with her over possessive brother. But you spent day and night with your beautiful Jung… I mean wife for 1 month. Where is the outcome man?

Arnav: trying hard, hope to see the result soon. Kyun khushi?

Khushi blushed and fumed at same time which was clearly seen in her RED face. Mami NK and Nani laughed at the couples.

Mami: Ye lo ji. Yeh konu competitionwa hai ka? Who gets their bhife(wife), pregnentwa pharst(first)?

Anjali: Mamiji leave all that. I am happy with the fact that he agreed to marry me in first place. Agar inka bus chalta toh yeh hamare taraf aankh utake bhi nahi dekhte. Jab bhi hum inke paas jaate yeh humse 50 mile door bhaag jayenge jese inhe mai nahi koi bhoot dikh gayi.

If it was in his hands, he would never wished to even see me. Whenever I went close to him, he ran away as if he saw a ghost in my place.

Vishal eyes Arnav while Arnav and Khushi were busy in their eye lock.

Mami: Hain? Esan ka hui gawa jo aap hamare Anjali bitiya ko dekhe ese runswa kiye jesan yeh kisi running racewa hai

What happened that you had to do this?

Anjali: Actually a girl in his school troubled him a lot that he got scared looking at any girl. Vese Chote, a girl used to trouble you too right in school days?

Arnav grinned ear to ear and winked at Khushi. Vishal glanced nervously at the Arnav and Khushi.

NK: what? Jeejaji aap larkiyon se barte the? And Nannav aur aapko school mein larki batati thi?

You used to get filled by girls? And a girl used to say you and Nannav in school?

All looked bewildered at NK while he glanced at everyone in confusion. All hit their heads in unison and said in chorus.

BARTE NAHI DARTE and BATATI NAHI SATATI

Khushi: nanheji, you and your tuti hindi. Aur is hindi ke saath aap ek Indian larki ko impress karne chale the. Haye us larki ki phooti kismat.

With this language u were to impress an Indian girl. Girl’s bad luck.

Nk smiled sheepishly.

Arnav: Di leave this hopeless case. You know what, the girl who used to torture me and jeejaji are the same.

Chorus: WHAT?

Arnav: And you people know that girl very well.

Again in Chorus: WHAT?

Arnav: Yeah. She is my wife Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada.

Mami fainted, Anjali was laughing, Vishal was sitting like statue. Nk had his eyes and mouth open wide. Nani was looking from Arnav to Khushi to Vishal like watching a cricket match.

Laxmi: Meh meh.

Khushi and Arnav smiled to each other.