The Bet is On (Completed☑️)

13. Secret Meet/Phone Calls

Chapter 13

The lunch today tastes extra delicious to Khushi because of mind peace probably. Finishing her plate, she excuses to come into her room. Her usual habit of napping three hours a day saves her from dubious eyes. She feels so childish to call Arnav secreting from family. She knows them well. They will mind their long calls. Moreover, today she wants to talk long with Arnav. Reason? Well, her heart wants to stay in contact with him. Furthermore, his upset mood has also to be brought to normal.

The chirpy excitement, however, comes down in next twenty minutes with him constantly rejecting her calls. Piqued, she feels to snap her mobile to wall. The damn he is tapping the edge of her patience.

"Don't ignore me like this." Khushi dejectedly shouts into the voice note. His fun to enjoy the updated level of their relation has the literal function of heart malfunctioned.

"Yeah. Right." His text screams sarcasm. Tears brim in her eyes and she regrets to ignore him in the first case. He did not deserve the scolding in morning. They are freshly bounded as a couple. He should be her top notch priority.

She feels her throat jamming with the upsurge in emotional pressure. The next instant her mobile rings and she wastes no time to pick his call.

"Yeah?" Khushi comes up with an irritated greet to conceal her distress, pain and regret. His chuckling sound gives air to the already lit fumes.

"It's pleasing to see breaths were stopped in fear of my sour mood, mm..."

Wait... how does he know about her regret? As simple as that, she is an open book for him.

"I hate you." She is infuriated as hell. Naturally, she is taking deep breathes to relax the labored emotions.

"Break..." He snaps and then makes gun loading sound. "...I silently endured this phrase the other day does not mean I will keep doing so."

Khushi rolls eyes at his typical dominant-husband tone. "Well, you know I am straight forward." Now, she wants to play with him.

"So, you really mean it?" His solemn pitch deteriorates Khushi's feelings as a fiancée. She has again made her sweet fiancé upset. What the hell is happening with them? Why such baseless fights? "Khushi?"

"Um..."

"What has happened, doll?"

"I am unable... I don't know on which level to go to talk to you. You are too intense." She bows her head as if he is right in front of her. "At one side, I want to talk to you for long. And..."

"And?"

"You are right at your place. The problem is with me. My mind is shaped in such a way that I feel like committing grave mistake by talking to you because you are still a Na-Mehram."

"Don't Khushi..." He goes aggressive. So, now, the poor he will also get devoid of her voice.

"I am sorry..." She splits into sobs loosing grasp on emotions. "Aap please mujh se Khaffa mt hoon." She pleads.

He hushes her first before saying anything. "Khushi, honey. I appreciate your honesty. But it will be better if you don't consider me a kid who would not comprehend your real motive."

She stops sobbing. "Uh?"

"You have said such thing to push me off from calling you because, dear fiancée, you don't trust yourself much around me." He says and his proud smirk goes deeper.

"I just want to be with you. Right now." She whispers, opting to let go of the useless guard when her hidden motive has been disclosed.

"Sweetheart, I want to do other things to you, too." Arnav hints her about his sweltering bed desires. It switches on the electrifying tingles, greedily run through their bodies, intensifying the aura with each blink of tick.