Righting the Wrongs ~ 3 : Cool Guy entry, snakewa angry!

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(III)

The doorbell went off and HP ran to open the door. Stood by the entrance were Akash and Mama their office brief cases in hand their face marred with anxious frowns.

"How's Di?" Was Akash's first question while Manohar too nodded, urging HP to answer their question.

"Didi is sleeping in her room. Everyone are there with her in her room only." HP answered taking their office bags into his hand. Both the men rushed towards Anjali's room wanting to know the whole reason behind Anjali's state.

Even before HP could make a move, to keep those bags in the respective rooms, the doorbell went off again and this time it was NK before him who couldn't stand in a place his eyes already searching his surroundings as he came inside the house.

"Bhaiyya, everyone are in Didi's room." HP informed beforehand even before NK could question about Anjali. NK frowned at his words.

Di's room? What are everyone doing in Di's room? Oh no, did she again throw a fit like last time, as Akash said, to talk to her Chotte?

"Where is Khushi-ji?" He asked HP the question that has been eating his brain finally out of his mouth.

"Arnav Bhaiyya and Khushi Bhabi are upstairs too," HP informed and went away not noticing the widened eyes of NK.

Nannav is back? Khushi-ji brought him back! His smile grew wider. But wait, why didn't she call him to give him the news? She should have at least given me an inkle of information about Nannav being back home.

With a pout face he made his way upstairs to Arnav and Khushi's room all questions on why is everyone in Di's room vanished from his mind. His only thought was to demand Khushi-ji on why didn't she inform him about Nanna's return?

In his sulk he didn't even notice the crowded room of Anjali and passed further to his Nannav and Khushi-ji's room. As the family were worrying over Anjali everyone failed to notice NK passing the room.

Reaching their room, as a common notion, he pushed through the door, not even bothering to notice if the door is latched inside or not, knocking himself into it and almost breaking his nose in the process.

'Ouch' he winced his hands covering his nose that's causing him pain, the whole place swirling for a second due to the unexpected hit. What the hell? He thought now knocking the door coming into his senses.

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"Hiss!" He tried but couldn't bit back the pain when she started dabbing at the wound on his forehead. He don't want to scare her more or let the trance of her broken due to his cry of pain.

Of course the wounds hurt. Why wouldn't they? They aren't the normal accidental wounds but some real ones and as everyone know, they're hurting like a bi*ch. But he stayed stubborn and let himself enjoy his wife's care rather than the pain he's feeling.

Not able to reach his forehead sitting beside him, she stood up and now is cleaning the wound hissing herself with each dab. She can only wonder why he isn't feeling any pain. If it was her, she would have thrown a fit by now. She almost smiled to herself.

Having her so no near to him, his eyes at her neck level and his lips almost able to kiss them, his fantasies knew no end. Oh, how much he feel like to hug her tight to himself? Smelling in her usual jasmine smell...yes, he know...would be divine, wouldn't it be?

He sighed at his own fantasies. Yes fantasies. Aren't they called so for a reason? Fantasies are never meant to become real right? Oh but he's ASR, of course his fantasies can become real. He will make them real.

How he can be this sappy and shit, while they are in a dire situation or rather have escaped a dire situation a few hours back, he don't know. Anything and everything is possible with ASR. Even love isn't an exception. Love. He felt strange letting his tongue roll around the word.

But when her smell empowered his senses, he lost it. A small whiff and his all sane thoughts flew out of his mind. Slowly but discreetly, as if in a trance, his hands started raising to her waist level ready to pull her flush into him. Blood, wounds, bruises and pain everything took a back seat. His only aim to have her close to him. So close even an inkling of air wouldn't be able to enter between them.

But the trance broke as soon as they heard the noise at the door. First it was the sound as if someone just pounded on it. And then a meek mumble like a hiss and then there was that again. This time it’s knock.

Can’t someone let him live in peace? Arnav’s face twitched with irritation as he pulled Khushi to sit on the bed and he went to open the door already planning on killing the person who dared to disturb him when he and wife are enjoying their alone time. Er…maybe only him? Tsk! But all are same.

Unlocking the latch and opening the door roughly Arnav’s anger could only bubble up when NK’s hand knocked on his nose, he who stood not even noticing that the door is opened.

“NK,” Arnav all but growled at him. All his pent up frustration of being disturbed while having his time with his Khushi showing up on his face that looked rigid. But NK cared less about that.

“Nannav mere bhai,” he hollered giving Arnav a tight hug almost squishing him in the process. NK with all smiles, and genuinely happy, patted Arnav’s back a couple times and moved away baring his pearly white teeth in a broad smile.

"Are Nanhe-ji," Khushi's almost cheery voice reached his ears making him groan. She's all happy seeing him and was keeping a sad face with me! Arnav can only sulk.

If he don't know any better he would have thought she's really happy to see NK, but still there is some underlying sadness in her voice which Arnav could sense. But for now he thought to let it pass. He still don't know he's awaiting a shock from NK.

"Aap Khushi-ji, Nannav aane ki Khushi mein mujhe baal gaye." NK pouted at her.

"Baal matlab hair NK its bhool, bhool means forget," Arnav corrected his face twitching with an irritated frown.

"Yeah wohi, wohi. I’m sorry." NK pulled his ear with a cheeky smile making Arnav roll his eyes.

"Aisa kuch nehi hain Nanhe-ji, wo..."

"Khushi go and freshen up! We have to go to Di now." Arnav butted in, his possessive instincts kicking in. His brain always gives him a red big danger sign across NK's face in Khushi’s case.

"Ji," she went away taking her clothes out of the closet and moving into the bathroom. Arnav sighed and was going to close the door along with a curt 'bye' but was pushed back by NK who barged into the room then closing the door latched it from inside hurriedly.

"What the..." the word left Arnav's mouth who stood there shocked for a moment before yelling at NK "The hell NK, what are you doing? We have to go to Di and I still have to get ready. Go to your room." Arnav all but screamed at a nonchalant NK before him.

"Later," saying NK pulled Arnav to the poolside who is seething in rage by now. But NK wasn't completed.

"Wait a min," saying NK pulled out his IPhone scrolling through something not even giving a heed to the fuming ASR before him. "See this."

Arnav was going to open his mouth probably to lash out at NK while NK just gestured with his eyes towards the cell phone in his hand. Frowning, Arnav looked at it and his widened seeing it.

What the actual heck!?!

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Listening to the other side he grit his teeth in annoyance and unadulterated fury.

Dammit, he refrained himself from punching something. Throwing his mobile phone to crash down into pieces he stood there fuming seeing the broken mobile.

Nothing...and I mean nothing is going according to his plan. First Arnav is back with that intelligent-behind-the-innocent-face lady, he lost her to the same person, Arnav...again. What if there not installed cameras by him at home?

He shivered in a slight fear at that thought. Never would have he found out his Khushi-ji and NK's plan, scheming behind his back. He would have been easily found guilty with those evidences. Oh he know how to act alright. After all, that's what he's been doing since the time he has come into this family.

His hand automatically went to his neck, where there now is hanging his fake pendent. He could only praise himself for installing a security face recognition application in his laptop through which he has come to know about NK finding out about the hidden pen drive and then through the cameras in his room of his Khushi-ji's khand of stealing it so very nicely from him.

Arey, agar aap sochte hain ki aap gyani hain, hum toh aap se bhi badi hoshiar hain Khushi-ji. He smiled baring his white teeth in an ugly sneer. No one will never know where the pen drive went. Well, except for me.

Words can never define the glee as well as anger he is feeling right now towards his Saale Sahib and Khushi-ji.

You all will pay for this.

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