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At night in ASR's room

He turns on the his phone and the first thing he opens is video recording of Khushi's room.

Video

Khushi is standing infront of her mirror blushing and touching her ear again and again, each time she touched her blush deepened even more.
(Arnav's reaction : he caressed her face and said if my one contact can have such deep effect on you then very soon I will be exploring more.)

Someone knocked her door. She quickly rushed to open the door.
Anjali entered and asked her if she is well (the camera system has voice recording too).

Khushi : yes Di I m perfectly fine... Do you need anything.

Anjali : no just wanted to talk to you.  Specially how Chotte is treating you in  office.

Hearing her question khushi blushed and touched her ear again.

Anjali : why are you silent is he not treating you well.

Khushi : no no Di he treats me well. Infact he no more tries to run away from me.

Anjali : are you telling the truth.

Khushi blinked.

Anjali : means he will accept you relationship soon.

Hearing her Khushi gets sad. Looking at her sad face Anjali apologized and asked to her rest as she is leaving now.

(ASR reaction don't be so sad very soon I will replace your sorrow with smiles.)

As soon as Anjali left the room Khushi layed down on the bed hugging her pillow. Within minutes she started turning and twisting in her bed.  Finally she got up from her bed and started searching something.

(ASR reaction what are you looking for so desperately.)

Finally Khushi sat on the bed with a grumpy face.

Khushi : where is it. I have placed it on table yesterday. Has HPji taken it.

She started roaming in her room to and fro. Finally she got an idea.

Khushi : yes...

With a smile on her face she opened poolside door. 

(ASR reaction Watching her coming towards his room he quickly lied down and pretend to be sleeping.)

Few minutes later his bedroom door opened and Khushi enters. First she goes near him for checking if he is sleeping.

Reaching him Khushi got lost in him. When he turned to other side she realized what she was doing and mentally scolded herself.

He peeked and saw her going to his dressing room. He waited for her to come out. Few minutes later he saw her coming out of dressing room holding something but due to darkness he was unable to understand what it is. She left his room as silently as she came.

After she left he switched on his mobile again.

Video recording

Khushi reaches her room and sighs.

Khushi holding his shirt : ab need aayegi araam se aur us laad governor ko pata bhi nahi chala.

ASR's reaction : As she thought of changing his throat got dried up. I need to stop her. Thinking this he moved towards her room.

Video ends.

Khushi's room

Khushi : aaj pata nahi kyu mujh ko lag raha hai ki koi mujh ko lagatar dekh raha hai per ...chalo choro its already late let me change and sleep.

The second she took of her robe put one sleeve of his shirt ASR entered her room.

Khushi was unable to move due to shock and Arnav lost himself in the  beauty standing in black off shoulder romper suit infront of him.

Khushi recovered first and quickly wore his shirt trying to cover herself from his prying eyes.

Seeing her movement he also came back to earth.

Khushi : what are you doing in my room.

Arnav : do you sleep daily like this.

Khushi : yes what is wrong in it.

Arnav understood she is not mentally here so he moved towards her. With his each step she moved backwards until she hit the wall.

Arnav reached her and wrapped his arms around her : a fabric can't give you actual feel.

Khushi got confused : haaan???

Arnav : give me my shirt back.

Khushi : I will return it in the morning.

Arnav : now.

Khushi :  ok you wait I will change and come back.

Arnav pulled her from her waist and said in her ear : i want it right now why should I wait for my own thing.

Khushi : chiiii... Stop your dirty talk. Please aap yahan se jaye.

Arnav left her as he knew it was enough for her and walked towards the poolside,  reaching the door he said : you don't need a shirt for feeling me.

Hearing his words her eyes and mouth opened wide forming 3 big o's. As he has gone Khushi lay down on her bed and started thinking of what has happened few minutes ago and blushed badly. With minutes both fell asleep.

Next day morning

Khushi eyes opened due to continous screaming of ASR. She quickly changed and came out.

Khushi reaching anjali asked : what is wrong with him?

Anjali : don't know he want some shirt and it missing so he is angry I have never seen him so much interested in some specific shirt.

Khushi : ok saying this she silently moved towards his room and saw OP coming out of his room.

Khushi : what happened OPji why are you looking so sad.

OP : Khushiji i have kept Arnav bhaiya's shirt last night in his wardrobe but he is unable to find it now amd is extremely angry.

Khushi : you tell which one I will help you find it.

OP : black shirt.

Hearing him Khushi got nervous starts bitting her nail it is the same which I have taken out from his wardrobe yesterday.

Khushi's self talk : why so much drama when he knows I have that shirt.

OP looked at khushi and thought she is worried for him so he said : don't be worried for me I m use to off his outburst... You do your work I will go and find his shirt.

As OP left Khushi decided to talk to Arnav so she went inside his room without knocking.

Khushi : why you are shouting so much?

Arnav looked at her then started coming near her she moved back until her back touched the wall.
He kept his hand on both side thus blocking her way and then said : I have to go to office and it OP's duty to make sure that my clothes are always ready.

Khushi : but you have so many shirts why you need that one.

Arnav : do you really want to know the reason.

Khushi nodded.

Arnav : because I want someones presence with me.

Hearing him Khushi turned red and said : aa ...aap

Arnav : now you know the reason then be a good girl and get me my shirt back.

She rushed to the poolside when she was to go out he said from behind : and don't forget to iron it.

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