The Bet is On (Completed☑️)

6. RED

Chapter Six

"Why would you do this to me?" Khushi questions the girl standing in mirror.

They are currently at the Marquee, waiting for Baraat which is late due to traffic. Grabbing opportunity, she rushed to washroom in her red glory.

Her today's dress is Red Saree. The sophisticated gold work is making her look ethereal and royal. Her waist length blouse is sleeveless, paired with netted sleeves. The chest part has heavy work to highlight the riper globes and down there is a heavy sprinkle of shine and thick gold lace at border.

She takes out her phone, opens snapchat, goes through the voice changing filter with big eyes and speaks her heart out.

"The heart is crazy. It should not be entitled as a sane organ. Why it beats for only Arnav? The stupid heart has ruined my peaceful sleeps. Now, no more. I will ignore that bastard. Yes. He is not handsome at all. I am the queen. I am. I won't get under his paws."

After recording, she laughs listening to it a few times and then deletes it.

Yes, some way to deal with his thoughts on her own!

Despite her morning determination, her heavy heart is another spoiled brat story especially after the phone call with Aeidah Ejaz.

"Thank you so much for dealing with me last night. I was probably sick." Khushi had phoned to thank the woman for the utmost attention last night.

"Oh, no, doll face, it's nothing." She reprimands her from saying thank you. "The good thing is you are fine." Khushi was lost at the words upon such care. It made her guilty to only call to have some hint about Arnav's return. The helping lady like Aeidah deserved a special call.

However, taking advantage of chance at hand, she trapped the woman into wedding talks leading the insinuation to men's bachelors party.

"They deserve some fun, too. No matter how much they get outside, they will eventually get bored and be back to their loyal, honest and pious wives." Aeidah's words made her see the other side of coin.

He is not committed. He can have fun.

"Yes, yes, and their fun starts at night." Shyness crept her cheeks, knowing she would not be spared. Her breasts though went excited at the fantasy of being the husband's night fun, her Arnav's night fun.

"Well, I guess, doll face is not that innocent." Aeidah teased her and predictably she turned beetroot.

"I... I did not mean that." She had tried to shell her words. Two years back when the depth of spouse relation opened to her, she was freighted. For one whole week, sleep ran far from her eyes and so does the hunger. She was scared about the pain. The images of such contact kept her awake at nights.

Aiedah laughed loud. "Yes, sometimes their fun extends up till mornings like these men returned home at Seven."

All of her rosy color was curbed with the tension contemplating his activities of around five hours. "I am being called by my husband. See you tonight, Khushi."

"Yeah, Khuda Hafiz. He must be wanting some more fun time." She teased before disconnecting the call. Her pain made her blurt that tease. She was not supposed to talk like that to Aeidah. She always respected that women like elder sister.

Bile gathered in her and she felt callous heftiness on her beating organ. Several tears dripped from her beautiful, lone hazel pair.

Once some pain lessened, she worked on her appearance before going out of her room to sit with family and relatives. There were many chores in wait of her.