Pushing and almost making him fall on the bed in a sleeping position, she eyed him resembling an angry lioness, screwing the hell out of Harvard returned Chote's mind.

He tried to at least sit back when she shouted-

Don't you dare move. What the hell you thought when you showed your that much of a bullshit Chote attitude to me.

Standing right infront of him, his bride, showing her fingers challenged-

Not going to call off the wedding. Yea, right?

Now, see what I do with you Chote.

Flaring his nose in sheer annoyance, he stood abruptly and then towering her petite but lioness form spatted-

Fine, you don't want to marry me, right?

Let's go outside and then YOU announce it.

Even I can spend whole of my life with a mentally retarded, egoistic girl.

Khushi's mouth shaped a perfect O, who slapped his chest and instead of feeling the pain, he felt a certain kind of restlessness building in and he knew that only this crazy piece is the cure.

Seeing him lost, she again slapped his chest and shouted at the top of her voice-

What the hell?
You can insult me like this you psycho Chote I will smash this sexy face of yours.

Now, that forced Arnav's smirk to take a firm place on his lips and with his deliciously attractive raised eyebrows countered-

Well you don't want to marry me even after finding and calling me sexy?

She glared him with her flared nose and then puffing her cheeks like a kid making him go aww at her, she chided-

Ugh!  Why are you back to it?
Just now you said, you too don't want to marry me.
Stick to it, go outside and call off the wedding.

I changed my mind. I won't. Was his pat, smirky reply.

And just when she was ready to pounce on him, he swiftly wounded his arms around her waist and cupping her nape making her shocked and weak on her knees, he said huskily  blowing air on her lips-

I have a better plan. I will marry you and help your mind function properly by my way.

She noticed the tempting way of his staring on her and quickly pushed him, she barely managed to voice out with heavy breaths-

I won't marry you.

Gritting his teeth, this time he ordered and announced-

I am not giving you an option. You have to marry me. You get that.

With an O shaped lips and widened eyes, she ordered yet stammered-

Don't show me your big big red eyes. I-I am not afraid of you.

Yea, I can see that. Was again his pat, smirky reply.

Please, stop this marrige. I don't want to marry. She used the emotional blackmailing talent with a hope that it works on this Chote.

And she got the half friutful result when he answered with a sigh-
A valid reason is all that I demand.

I won't share it with you. She announced stubbornly.

Fine then, see you at the altar. He said and turned but didn't walk for he knew she won't let him and yes, indeed he was right.

She again started while he just smiled at his baby bride.

Hey you!
Stop right there.

Don't think I am that kind of girl who will be scared and then bow down.

You won't call off the wedding, right?

You will be at the alter for me, right?

Then keep waiting because this is what you will be left with.

You want to know, why?

Now that perked-up his ears, turning towards her, he glared her while she said with a winning grin-

Let me do the honours.

Because as soon as you would be gone, I will escape from the window. I will run away. Every preparation is done.

You are not that crazy, are you? His asked with his mouth slighted open with shock.

Clutching her forearms, he said with clenched teeth-

Do you know what will happen if  you run away?

Your family's reputation will go bizarre, people will badmouth you and your parents?

And what for?

Because you are not ready for the marriage.

If you were that strongly against the marriage then why the hell you agreed for it?

Why the hell you took it this far that today I am standing here dressed up like a groom all prepared to marry you, correction, seeing you running away and then make a joke of myself?

She again slapped his chest like she owns him and said-

I never said a yes. I was forced to. My family didnt listen to me. They went ahead with this not me.

He looked seriously at her and then declared-

Whatever it is Khushi. Now, nothing can be done at this hour, now when you don't have a genuine reason and-and I lo-like you alot and have already considered you, my wife.

We are getting married and that's it.

So, you would force me? She asked teary-eyed.

Hell dammit!
When did I say that? He asked with shock-laced voice.

Then what do you mean by that. She clutching sniffling like a baby forcing him to feel more helpless.

Leaving her, he grrrrrrd and ordered her-

Ahhhhh!
Stop eating my head. Freshen up, get ready and come downstairs and dare you run.

Because the moment you run, you will be caught and then brutually punished.

Say NO to the marriage. She demanded still.

He looked at her and then punching the wall infront said-

Don't say that again and again. It makes me feel pathetic as if, as if I am forcing you to be my wife dammit.

That's exactly what you are doing. You are forcing me Chote. She said with a pouty angry face.

He looked at her and then flaring his sexy nose some more chided-

Itne serious matter me bhi you need to address me Chote? (You need to addresse Chote even in this kind of serious situation?)

Then sitting on the bed and hanging in head down in defeat, he said painfully with annoyance-

God! I cant marry you forcibly dammit, I am not a control freak nor can I call it off.

Ugh di!
Where have you put in me?

You-you won't marry me? She beamed with happiness suddenly.

Atleast not forcibly. He confessed honestly gulping the lump in his throat.

Why can't you call off the wedding? She asked sitting beside her.

He looked at her angelic face and then again looking straight said-

You think marriage is a joke Khushi?

We just can't call it off and consider it nothing. Though I don't care about what people say, I can't bear them naming our families o-or Y-you.

Umm, thats a problem. The stupid bride still not affected with his unsaid feelings.

A very serious one. He said smiling in sarcasm of his own.

But what the crazy soul said next make him spring out of the bed and look at her with wide horrified eyes-

Then let's do one thing Chote. Let us both run away.

No, she didn't say that. Did she? He kept staring at her with this thoughts while she was so much proud of her this marvellous idea.

Now what is Arnav going to do?

Agree with his Khushi?

Or the ASR will make an entry?

To be continued..

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