MY LOVER MY WIFE...

chapter 13

LAVANYA; so your wife asking you for a favor is no valid reason…I honestly don’t care what you think of this…but as part of an owner in the company I demand her services be terminated…I don’t care how you do it but all I know is I won’t be working in the same place as her

ARNAV; you can’t just terminate anyone without a proper reason that’s company policy

LAVANYA; I don’t care…find a way…I have never asked you for anything as your wife but now iam…this is your chance to prove that you want to make this relationship…how do you expect this to work if you’re surrounded by your past…am not asking much arnav…
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It’s the following day …
Arnav stares at khushi in disbelief for a while before he decides to speak…as she walks out of the kitchen covered in oils and flour
ARNAV; I thought you told me this was urgent

KHUSHI; it is

ARNAV; khushi today is a weekend…I had to make up a stupid excuse of an emergence meeting coming up

KHUSHI; well you met me…so sit there and wait for a minute…
She opens up a dish and serves him food on a plate only for arnav to stare at her in horror…

ARNAV; why me? Why didn’t you call dev?

KHUSHI; he said he had to meet up with his sister

ARNAV; he has no sister

KHUSHI; how didn’t I catch that traitor…he would do anything not to be here…forget all that… how does it look

ARNAV; the truth…

KHUSHI; yes

ARNAV; it looks too good to even eat

KHUSHI; the real truth arnav

ARNAV; if a pregnant fly flew by…it probably wouldn’t lay its eggs in this food

KHUSHI; your still going to taste it…

ARNAV; khushi if you wanted to kill me you should have just shot me instead

KHUSHI; don’t tempt me…don’t look at the appearance…besides I scrapped off the burnt part…look at the beauty within

ARNAV; the last time I did that I ended up in the hospital…there is no beauty in that at all

KHUSHI; how can you possibly say that to me..

ARNAV; stop watching too much cooking shows…your just making it worse…look at your food it has no shape at all

KHUSHI; that’s called art…

ARNAV; do you recall the time I almost died because of you…i learnt a valuable lesson…never to let you cook…I have no idea how that kitchen is not in flames…

KHUSHI; you wouldn’t have ended up in a hospital if you told me it wasn’t good in the first place…I still don’t get how food could be undercooked and totally over burnt at the same time

ARNAV; you made me swear to never try your food ever again even if your life depended on it

KHUSHI; this is another recipe

ARNAV; with possibly of the same outcome…me groaning in pain…why don’t you taste it

KHUSHI; I can’t be my own judge don’t be stupid…I thought you loved me

ARNAV; fine… (Arnav sighs winning an argument is impossible…he lifts up his fork and takes a bite out of the food)

KHUSHI; so how is it?