Bitter Realization!!! ✔

Chapter 22

Arnav smirked seeing his effect on Khushi. She was lost sitting there. With red hue spread across her cheeks, she was looking edible.

Arnav gulped averting his eyes from her quivering lips, inviting him to devor them. He smiled and left the room.

Khushi looked at his retreating figure from the corner of her eyes. As soon as he went away, she let out a long breath which she didn't realized she was holding.

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Arnav was standing in the balcony when Vivek came there.

ASR. He called, making him turn.

I want to talk with you about something important. Vivek came closer, making Arnav confused.

Everything alright? He couldn't help but wish for it to be.

Vivek shook his head. I don't think so.

You are being betrayed. His words shocked Arnav to the core.

Again? He closed his eyes in frustration and anger.

Vivek nodded his head.

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Khushi and Anjali were sitting in the living room since the time Arnav said about taking Khushi out.

It was still noon and they had enough time to sit back and chat before Khushi should go and get ready for the dinner.

Khushi. Anjali called her. Han Di. Khushi turned her head towards her, averting her eyes from the tv screen.

How are you feeling now? She asked her.

Much better Di. Why? You need something? She placed her hand upon hers.

I am feeling a little tired. If you don't mind, can you massage my head for some time? Anjali lowered her eyes, knowing that she is hurt too, but right now, she was feeling like pulling her own hair out due to the pain and tiredness in her head.

Arey Di. Why are you asking. You should order me na. Khushi smiled and raised from the couch.

Wait, I will bring some oil too. You will feel much better. Anjali smiled. Thank you soo much Khushi. Khushi passed her a smile too.

Bringing warm oil from kitchen, Khushi stood behind Anjali and gently started massaging her scalp, relieving her from the pain.

Anjali felt her muscles relax under her magical touch and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Khushi. Ap se aik baat pochon?? She spoke after a while. (May I ask you one thing?)

Hmmm. Khushi hummed.

Kya ap Chotte ko maaf kr saken gi? Anjali felt her hands stiffen on her hair. (will you be able to forgive Chotte?)