Thank you guys for being patient with me. And really sorry for me taking so much time in updating. More than fixing my laptop there are lot other things in life which took precedence. But life is not rosy, that is all I can share. 

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Khushi snuggling in his arm, all cozy and warm, settled all ready to sleep. Caressing her hair, patting her head time to time, kissing on her temple, he asked softly 'did you enjoy our outing today?'

Khushi 'Very much, I love it.'

Satisfied with her answer he sighed contently, caressing her arm, the warm and soft skin giving him a tingling sensation he wished her a gud night 'Sleep Khushi!!!!'

Smiling at him sweetly she dropped her loud kiss on his cheek 'Gud Night Arnav ji'

Arnav 'Night Khushi' hugging her close in his protective arms he waited for her to sleep listening to his rhythmic beat of her for which now only takes Khushi's name in it. He had made her happy after giving her horrible night of nightmares yesterday. He took her out in the evening not waiting for the office hours to end.

They had gone to park; Khushi enjoyed loitering around with her hands coiled around his arms. Chattering nighteen to dozen, laughing with him, swinging while he pushed the swing from behind, as her laughter rose heartily warming his whole being, eating channa, chaat, golgappa, ice cream whatever she fancied they did.

It was simple thing from his end but that is what makes his Khushi happy, she gets happy in simple....simple things.

Dropping a kiss on her forehead he let sleep take over him.

Next Day, Dinning room,

Anjali passing the plate of toasted bread to Shefali 'Butter?'

Shefali shaking her head 'No, Thanks Di'

Arnav 'How is your project coming?'

Shefali 'Nice!!! It is nice talking to people. And there is Dr. Nidhant helping me out.'

Arnav nodding his head turned to Khushi, she listening attentively to every word they are speaking. Smiling at her 'Khushi ho gaya?'

Looking down at her empty plate, she looked up at him with her doe eye, nodding she give in a soft 'Ji!!!'

Arnav 'then shall we leave, we will get late' getting up along with him, they disappeared to their room to collect their things.

On the way to their college, Khushi 'Arnav ji, what is Shefali Di doing?'

Arnav 'She is doing a project on India and our people.'

Khushi 'Oh!!!!'

College Library,

Since she is little weak in English and yet in her learning, she spends most of the free time studying books in library or in peaceful silent place.

It was one of the days like usual Khushi sitting at the end of the library in a corner sitting alone with her books scattered before the table and her being so engrossed in her studies when Krishna exclaiming the old dissprovement of murmur settle herself behind Khushi.

Krishna 'Kya yaar let us go to canteen and have a treat to ourself with today's special. Or we can watch something exciting film in my laptop.'

Khushi 'Nahiin, I have to read. I should not waste my time'

Krishna 'What the hell? How can you study for 24 * 7?'

Khushi giggled 'I don't study in home so I do all the studying here and in Arnav ji's office'

Krishna 'Kyun? And besides no one studies at home unless otherwise it is happened to be important test or any project work. But ofcourse the book worms don't come under those categories, which is you'

Khushi 'I said na I don't study at home. It is rare thing.'

Krishna raising her eyebrows suggestively 'Kyun? Busy with your Arnav ji?' Khushi giggled in happiness.

Krishna nudging her 'Bolo....bolo...What do you do with your Arnav ji?'

Khushi 'We talk....no...I talk and he listens to me.'

Krishna stupefied 'Kya?' looking at her expression, Khushi giggled again.

Krishna 'God Khushi I asked you about your romantic moments with your husband. Not old ladies gossips'

Khushi 'haww I'm telling you the truth.'

Krishna 'okay leave it, but there would be many moments happened like kissing......and more kissing....and many more kissing....bolo.....bolo. I would like to know Khushi. Frankly speaking tell me about your s** life with your husband'

Khushi looked at her incredulously, with the eyes looked clear and confused. Khushi 'What are you asking?'

Krishna 'now don't be shy, there is no need for it. Certainly I'll not be so shy to speak of my s** life with you. I quite enjoy it lot'

Khushi exclaimed 'I don't understand you'

Krishna 'now you are really being modest. Come on tell me something interesting taken place between you and your husband' Khushi just stared at her.

Krishna looking at her waiting for her at-least says little thing exclaimed in surprise....utterly astonished 'you don't know what actually S** is' Khushi nodded no.....Krishna 'do your husband..... I mean ASR kisses you'

Khushi shied 'haan'

Krishna 'Accha how?' Khushi shocks poiting towards her cheek and forehead.....it makes Krishna laughs 'he does not love you that is why he is not kissing on your lips.....you know I and my boyfriends most of the time end on bed having s**.......because we love it.....but your husband does not loves you, he does not touch you' Khushi is so confused but hearing her words her eyes got filled.....Khushi 'no he loves me'

Krishna 'no way.....no man will keep his hands off his beautiful wife if he does not hate her....so he must definetly hate you.....'

Khushi shouting a "No!!!" ran away crying, with the audience of little less people in the library staring at her astonished at her outburst and running away figure.

That night,

Arnav looked at Khushi stumped as she started throwing accusation upon accusation at him and crying. He had noticed her being silent and her disturbed gesture all the time, and the way she was looking at him time and again. Not able to rest seeing her in disturbed state, missing her bright smile he nudged her, cajoling her to say what is the matter only to get shock with her words.

Khushi 'You don't kiss me. You don't love me'

Arnav dumbstruck 'What?'

Khushi nodding at him, wiping her big fat tears 'Yes, you don't love me. That is why you don't kiss me'

Arnav 'Khushi!!! Come here child. Who told you this?'

Khushi 'Nahiin!!!'

Arnav 'Sweety come here, come.....please come to me. Will you not listen to your Arnav ji?'

Pouting and sniffing on her tears she came to him, he pulled her to sit on his lap, caging his one arm around her petite waist while with other hand he wiped her tears, cupping her cheek, caressing it 'Now Sweety tell me. What is all this?'

Khushi hiccupping 'She said you don't love me.'

Arnav 'Who is She? Achha leave it. But listen to me Love. Whoever she is......She is a fool. She does not know your Arnav ji. But you know, right? I love you so much'

Khushi looking at him earnestly searching his eyes to assure herself, Arnav 'Trust me Jaanu, I really do. You are my little love, my little sweet cuddlely wife.'

Khushi 'But you don't kiss me. Here' pointing her lips.

His eyes gazed at her rosy plump lips inviting him but holding his control back he sighed 'Who told you if we love, we should kiss?' she kept quiet, Arnav continued 'It is true we kiss the person we love but sweety for kiss to happen both the person in love should be comfortable. It happens naturally, like magic.'

Khushi 'Achha?'

Arnav 'Yes, and we will wait for the magic to happen to us. Right?'

Khushi 'Right!!!' laying her head on his shoulder, hugging him she made him promise softly 'Always love me'

Arnav 'Always Darling, Your Arnav ji will love you always and only you'

After minute of silence he asked 'Who is She? Khushi'

Khushi 'She is my friend.'

Arnav 'and you talk with her about all this'

Looking at him she looked confused, Arnav 'matlab about kiss....love....'

Khushi 'I don't, but she did.'

He sighed, he could not certainly blame the brats for being curious about physical attraction and the relationship, he could not go and raging towards them, as it happens at the age, they are in. They tend to get curious and not everyone can be like his Khushi, all innocent. Childrens at this generation are way more ahead then they should be, what with the movies, serials, and certain entertainment being shown nowdays.

Arnav 'Sweety, will you do one thing?'

Khushi nodding 'Kuch bhi' (Anything)

Arnav 'Never talk or listen to these things, okay' seeing her curious eyes, Arnav 'I know Love, you are getting lot of confusion but trust me when I say to stay away from these types of subjects then do. It is not always good (Note: Only if it is awareness to protect ourself but most of the time it really turns bad. I don't have to tell what and all happening now days)' he certainly does not wish for her innocent mind to get manipulated by things which can do more harm than good.

Khushi 'but if she do....'

Arnav 'then tell her you don't wish to talk or listen anything about it. Get away from there'

Khushi 'Okay, but I'll not talk to her. She said badly about you. I'll not talk to her' laughing and cuddling his soft teddy bear 'cutie....you are my sweet innocent flower. Love You' smiling at him brightly, she hugged him tight 'Hum bhi aapse bohut pyaar karthe hain' (I too love you so much)

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Part 32

Next morning,

His eyes followed his little wife as she roamed before him wiping her wet hair with the towel. His lips quirked remembering last night conversation. His wife in all her innocence always manages to put him before the hot spot throwing dangerous question which for the moment is very much disastorous for them.

Khushi looked up at him surprised as he took the towel from her hand. Giving her his soft smile, he pulled her gently towards the recliner 'sit down, Khushi'

Did as she was asked, she smiled shyly as he towelled her hair, drying them. Arnav 'Did I ever say to you, Khushi? Your hair is so soft and beautiful.'

Shaking her head in no at him, charmed by her husband she gazed at him as he ended in whisper 'Like you....beautiful!!!' he felt her hair caressing them in his hands, watching her looking at him, her eyes curious and expecting unknown to her. Sitting down before her in his knees, he caressed her cheek, the soft smooth skin enthralling him. He pressed his lips on her cheek breathing 'so beautiful, Khushi' her hands held on to the front of his shirt.

Looking in her puppy eyes 'Keep them open, Khushi. Don't tie them, okay'

Khushi awed at him nodded her head, explaining himself 'I like them open. They look beautiful, the wind playing with them, ruffling them, caressing them. The way they flow like a cascading fall, it looks good on you. Why do you never let them free?' His fingers combed her hair, as he talked to her.

Arnav 'Kya huwa, Khushi!!!' (What happened, Khushi?)

Khushi 'Voh...voh amma and buaji, said I should not keep my hairs open. It is bad manners for married girl....they should be plaited or kept in bun.'

He smiled assuringly 'no one is going to admonish you here. I like it this way.'

She brightened up at him 'Appko pasand hai....toh tikh hai, hum aaj se khula hi chodenge. But....' (You love it......then okay, from today I will leave my hairs open)

Arnav 'hmmm.......'

Khushi 'But will my hair not get spoiled....agar kharb ho gaye toh'

Arnav 'It will not happen; we will take care of it.'

Khushi 'haan....voh kya hai na I love my long hairs....'

Arnav 'and I love everything in you....will not let you lose anything. They will be just like this, thick, smooth as satin soft, shinning, and long' then he was amazed with himself, for the huge businessman who never noticed or cared about anything other than work is now concentrating little little things of his wife. The day she walked in his life, the change had come automatically. He did not feel bad, this can be so mudane thing to talk or say but...he like it....he like to appreaciate her....to tell her what he likes and love. She deserves it....she deserves to know the place she holds in his life, for she holds his heart should know how every little thing about her attracts him towards her.

Holding her hands in his 'Now get ready, everyone must be waiting for breakfast. And then we should be get going.'

Khushi 'Ji!!!!' he did not release her hand, instead walked her to dressing table, sitting her on the low table, he made her hair. Her shinning eyes dipped in shyness; she likes her husband doing little little things of her. It makes her happy when he pampers, then Khushi knows in her heart, her husband had always pampered her. She could not recall a minute when he was angry at her.....no never....he could shout on others but never on her. She is so lucky.....lucky to have got him in her life. How could she have not believed in him? Her eyes filled with tears as she remembered the last night conversation. How stupid she is? Arnav ji always does so much for her but she hurt him.

'Khushi!!!' his concerned eyes looked at her in alarm seeing her teary eyes. Crouching down before her he perplexed cupped her face 'Kya huwa'

Sobbing she hugged him tight, her hands prisoning around his neck, holding on to him tightly 'I'm sorry....I'm so sorry, Arnav ji. I hurt you!!! I'm bad. How could I have hurt you?'

He tried to pry them, to look at her but she did not budge 'I should not have listened to her. I'm so bad'

'Haww.....*freeing her hold on him, he cupped her face, looking in her eyes* It is okay, love. I felt bad.....but not hurt. I know my Khushi well. You got scared, that's all. Now everything is okay na. And you too have promised me to not listen to any rubbish if anyone talks to you'

Khushi nodding her head 'Yes, I'll not listen to her, again' she vowed.....pinching on her neck 'Pakka promise!!!'

Chuckling at his adorable wife, he pecked her forehead 'There don't think about it anymore, okay. I don't like it when you cry. That hurts, you big big tears hurts me more'

Wiping her tears'I'll not cry.' Hugging him tight she let him pamper her as he hugged her back,caressing her hair. Yes, she will not listen to anything. She knows Arnav jiloves her....and he will always. He said to her. And Arnav ji never lies. Heloves her. Krishna is very bad.

College,

'Khushi, suno yaar. Why are you not talking to me? Hey!!!' Krishna watched astnonished as Khushi walked off without even sparing her a look. That was the first time she has seen Khushi reacting this way. She had always been sweet and cutie type girl but today she got the glimpse of angry bird.

Following her, she had reached the ground, there was only little people scattered around, Khushi like always sitting under the shadow of bench, her nose buried in the book.

Sitting beside her, she tried to get her talk 'Khushi.....this is just not done. What happened? You are avoiding me.'

Khushi, she raised her head, her eyes angry, the anger a little child has 'Krishna I don't want to talk to you. Go from here.'

Krishna 'Why? What did I do?'

Khushi shocked in disbelief 'You don't know.....you should know. You are bad. You said all those bad things about Arnav ji. I don't want to talk with you.'

Wriggling her hand helpless, she looked at her, with her puffed cheek 'and because of you I hurt him.....you know....you know he is very nice...he did not get angry at me. He loves me, a lot *opening her hands wide* and what I did.....I hurt him. You are bad.'

Looking at her, Krishna was moved to be stumped, shaking herself to undo the damage, she looked at the girl before her putting all the innocence 'I'm sorry yaar....please maaf kardo. I'll not do it again. I'm so sorry'

Khushi looked down, looking at her hands resting on her lap, Krishna 'I am really sorry for saying all those things. Forgive me.' Her pure heart softnening at once, she nodded her head making the other girl breathe in relief.

Few days later,

Krishna looking at his amazed expression laughed hard 'Sach mein, she does not know a thing about this world. She is a child, seriously. I really wonder how her husband is keeping himself away from her.'

Her boyfriend in awe 'Really? I can't believe it.' Both dissolving in a peel of laughter. Krishna 'he must be saint to have not touched her till now. She does not even know what real kiss is.'

Boyfreind 'Then why don't we show her what in true name a Kiss is? What is Love is, the fancied name people uses in the name of S**?'

Krishna 'what are you thinking?'

He nodding at her 'Wait!!!' taking a chip from his bag pocket, he grinned at her. Inserting the sim in his phone 'Give me her number'

Krishna 'What no?'

He hushed her 'Chill Jas....no one will come to know about this. She will thank us at the end. Bechari should know all this. Nai!!!'

Krishna/Jas 'Bhushan!!! Don't play stupid'

Bushan 'Kya yaar kitne din baad we got something let us have fun. Come one give me. Tomorrow you will get detailed view of what she felt about it. There is no wrong in it.'

Krishna/Jas sighed, and told him Khushi's number. Bushan grinned at her, his eyes glinting evily as he send a video to Khushi, both looked at each other, now all they have to do is wait for Khushi's reaction to this video.

Then she frowned 'Shit......What if her husbands comes to know of this? Khushi tells her husband everything. It will not be good Bhushan, for us.'

Shrugging carelessly he replied 'I'm not stupid enough to use my mobile and sim to get caught easily. It is stolen one. So don't worry, even if anyone gets the wink no one will reach us.'

Caressing her bare shoulder 'I forgot to tell you. Boss is going to keep party at the end of this week. He will be inviting you. He wants you to be there as his partner.'

Krishna looked at him smiling smugly 'Hmmm and then?'

Bushan 'You know Jas, he likes your company so much. And you will be rewarded heavily'

Krishna laughed 'I certainly love the heavy rewards he showers on me. I'll be waiting for his call. What about you? Any chick will be coming with you?'

Bushan 'What do you think?' his eyes twinkled.....Krishna laughed pulling him close 'we certainly are odd boyfriend and girlfriend.' Certainly they are. Krishna had poor childhood. Her father is drunkard and mother works in other houses. Half of the income goes to the alcohol and gambling her father does. Living in poor and envying the riches did not help it when Bushan came in her life. Bushan works for one of the criminal gang. It did not take him to give her dreams....to the luxurious life she craved. And it did not take much time to become Jasmine from Krishna. Jasmine, The High Escort, very much demanded in the escorting business by men. She had no guilt for jumping into this line for money. Why not? When she gets all she wants.....S** and money. Her parents were already forgotten by her and vice versa. There is no looking back for her. She was only sixteen when she jumped in this tangle and now she is twenty two. Six years has passed but never a day she regretted it. She is happy, and keeping others happy.

The same motto of wanting to keep her client happy had dropped her in the college as student. It was not difficult for her to get inside as easily managed to pass as nineteen and having thoroughly done with fake mark sheet.

RM, Family Room,

Laughing happily, she was tucked under the arms of her husband protectively as she watched PK movie. Anjali and Shefali were settled on other side of the sofa.

Holding out the bowl filled with popcorn he gazed at her, his eyes adoring every animated expression on her face, his heart filling with elation for he did not even mind sitting for two hours on the movie if he gets to see her smiling freely.

Hugging her close he sighed happily as she fell into another spree of laughter.

Khushi giggling 'Aamir Ji is so funny.....Arnav ji dekhiye na....his ears are big....hahaha.....and see....see how he is trying to get few more gajar (carrot) with the false paper. Bechare.....'

Anjali 'Poor him......he is trying hard to get back his remote.' She sighed....getting senty on the song. Khushi shared the same emotion.

Shefaliand Arnav glanced at each other and shrugged in a manner It-is-just-a-movie. Khushi 'awe Arnav ji....the girl (heroine) is so nice....she is helping him.' He hmmed in agreement, more than movie his eyes are trained on her.

Something blinked by their side, looking at it he frowned. Khushi's phone blinked indicating MMS message. Curious and wondering he took the cell in his hands.

Opening the message, he went cold and stiff......no one noticed his reaction being busy in movie.....his stomach churned at the adult video send to her. He immediately put the phone on silent not wanting to bring attention to him. His insides went in fire, he looked at the person's identity but it came from unknown number. He would have exploded in anger if not Khushi laid on him cuddling more comfortable. Looking at his innocent little wife, he felt fear....fear for the unknown.....the unknown danger lurking always at the door to hit them. What if Khushi had seen them? He could not contemplate how she would have reacted.

Getting up, he glanced at Khushi who looked at him confused, he managed to smile at her, patting her head 'I'll be back in a moment.' Taking the cell in hand he left the room with Shefali's voice calling after him 'Don't take too long ASR, you will miss the movie.'

Arnav had no wish to enjoy the movie, for he is bubbling in rage to find the person who had dared to play the sick game with his wife. 

Note: I had the entire plan to show Khushi seeing the video but then changed in at the last moment. There are people who love to play such a sick game. My neighbor aunty once got such a MMS, she was shocked and then later she blasted the person. It was someone from the person her family knows. Such thing happens. 

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