Two days later.

AR.

"Good morning," Khushi greeted the receptionist politely.

"Good morning. How can I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"I'm Khushi Kumari Gupta. Student of XYZ college-"

"Khushi.. Oh yes. ASR already informed me about you. He said when you reach here, then you should be guided to his cabin," the receptionist nodded acknowledgingly, she looked around trying to spot a peon to take Khushi to Arnav's cabin, "Let me call a peon to help you."

"No, it's okay. I've come here before and I know the way to Arnav's cabin. Thank you," Khushi immediately denied the help.

The receptionist analyzed her from head to toe with a suspicious look, then nodded her head, whispering, "Okay."

When Khushi left from there, the receptionist thought to herself, "Is she ASR's girlfriend? No one calls him by his name here."

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Arnav's cabin.

Khushi opened the door of the cabin after knocking it once and hearing 'Come in' as the reply from Arnav.

She walked in his cabin and closed the door behind, heading towards his desk.

"Hi Sherni," Arnav greeted her smiling playfully.

Khushi just sternly looked at him, as she took a seat at the opposite chair of his.

"What a surprise! So you're the best student of fashion designing course in your college," Arnav faked astonishment.

"Please stop acting because that's not your cup of tea," Khushi frowned slightly.

"You're right," Arnav smirked, ".. that's your fiance's cup of tea," he added in a cold tone.

Khushi glanced at him, "What do you mean?"

"You should be grateful that I've invited you to work for my upcoming fashion show, despite the scene you created at that restaurant by throwing water on my face," Arnav said ignoring her question.

His words made her forget about the question related to Vihaan as she opened her mouth in perfect 'O' shape shocked, seconds later she closed her mouth and raised her one eyebrow trying to bring words in her mouth to express her disbelief over his words but she failed, seconds later she shut her eyes clutching her fist to control the frustration, seconds later the words finally came out of her mouth as she frowned deeply, "I didn't force you. You're at the control of everything. You're the one who talked with my professor and made him convince me to work for you."

Arnav too frowned like her, imitating her cute face expressions.

"Stop doing that.. Zeher lagte ho!" Khushi  pressed her lips tightly to suppress the smile forming on her lips.

Arnav chuckled softly. Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"ASR it's your meds time. I've brought your juices and toast for breakfast in case you haven't eaten anything at home," Aman said as he walked towards the desk, and kept the tray containing Arnav's food and meds on it.

"Thanks Mr. Wife.. Now touch my feet to receive my blessings," Arnav teased.

"You're welcome Pati babu," Aman rolled his eyes as he walked to leave when Arnav stopped him, "Wait Aman.. Take Khushi to the designing department and ask Sheetal to explain her the work."

Khushi, who was lost in her world admiring the friendship between them, sat straight when she heard her name from Arnav's mouth.

"Sheetal Kapoor is the head designer of AR designing department. She will explain you everything we need for our fashion show and she will be guiding your work," Arnav looked at Khushi, his tone turned serious.

Khushi nodded her head as she stood up from her chair.

"Good work Sherni!" he smiled.

Khushi rolled her eyes, making faces as she turned to leave with Aman.

"Don't stop making such faces.. Cute lagti ho!" Arnav smiled.

Khushi looked back at him glaringly as she left his cabin, with Aman showing her the way to the designing department.

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At the designing department.

"Oh God.. Was ASR's brain on honeymoon with mediocrity when he decided to invite this girl to design the outfits for his fashion show?" Sheetal asked disgustedly, staring at Khushi.

"Sheetal stay in your limits and do your work. ASR hired you to do your work, not question his," Aman said sternly.

"I didn't mean to sound as if I'm questioning ASR's work. I just fail to understand why he chose this girl.. Aman seriously this is a big fashion show.. and he chose an inexperienced middle class girl to work with us!" Sheetal said in disbelief.

"I'm surely inexperienced as I haven't worked for any fashion company before, but Arnav must have seen some talent in me that's why he gave me this huge responsibility of designing the outfits for his fashion show. He's not any fool to handover this work for me and spoil his own fashion show and the reputation of his company. And as for being a middle class, then I will show it to you what a middle class girl can do!" Khushi replied narrowing her eyes at Sheetal, gritting her teeth to control her anger.

Aman looked at Khushi dumbfounded, while Sheetal looked at her fuming.

"Let's see what you can do," Sheetal said challengingly as she walked away ordering Khushi to follow her.

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Sometime later..

After discussing the details of the project with Khushi, Sheetal purposely left her alone sitting at her cubicle to design her own ideas without the help of the team. Sheetal and her team were discussing their own ideas at her cabin.

A peon approached Khushi and kept a tray with tea and vada pav on her desk.

Khushi's eyes lit up and smile spread across her lips staring at the yummy food, she looked up at the peon disappointed as she realized it might be for someone else because she didn't ordered for it, "Bhaiya I didn't order this.. It might be for someone else."

"You're Khushi, right?" he asked.

Khushi nodded, "Yes."

"Then it's for you only. ASR send it for you," the peon replied, then left from there.

Khushi stare at the food with a blank expression, wondering whether to eat it or not. She shouldn't be accepting things from the man who caused so much pain to her fiance.

She picked up the tray from her desk and got up from chair, heading towards his cabin.

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Arnav's cabin.

"I can't accept this food. Whenever I'm hungry, I will go downstairs to the canteen and buy myself something to eat. You don't need to do this for me," Khushi said as she kept the tray on Arnav's desk. 

Arnav looked up from his laptop to her, then at the tray she kept on his table, "Don't tell me you are taking revenge on me for what I did to Vihaan by returning this chai and vada pav I sent for you!"

"No.. It's not like that," Khushi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear embarrassedly, "But why are you being so nice to me?" she raised her one eyebrow.

"I'm nice," Arnav smirked, "To nice people," he added a second later.

"Do you mean to say that Vihaan is not a nice person?" Khushi asked.

"For how long have you known Vihaan, Khushi?" he asked with a stern look.

"One year. Why?" Khushi frowned slightly.

"Are you sure that one year was sufficient for you to know your fiance in and out?" he asked ignoring her question.

Khushi gulped, taken aback by his question, "Yes," she replied after taking few seconds to think, still unsure of her own reply, "I mean.. I think so," she bit her lips.

"You think so?"

"Why do you keep interrogating me? Why don't you ever reply to my questions?" Khushi asked frustrated.

"Do you trust me?"

Khushi groaned, frustrated with his interrogating, "NO!"

"Then why do you want to hear about your fiance from someone you don't trust?" he shrugged.

"You're right.. I shouldn't believe in anything you say about Vihaan," Khushi said.

"Cool.. Now go and have your tea with vada pav while thinking about the next plan to revenge me," Arnav said pushing the tray towards her side.

"Why should I spoil my mood thinking about you while eating?" Khushi pouted, picking up the tray.

"Then eat while thinking how much you know your fiance," he said typing seriously on his laptop.

Khushi shut her eyes tightly irritated with Arnav, she left his cabin cursing him on her way back to the designing department.

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Afternoon..

"Khushi," Aman walked towards her cubicle.

Khushi looked up at him, "Yes?"

"Is the AC temperature good for you? Are you feeling cold?" he asked.

"It's good. I'm okay," Khushi assured him, nodding her head, "Arnav send you here, right?" she asked with certainty in her tone.

Aman nodded, his eyes roamed around the room to spot Sheetal and the team, then he looked at Khushi confused, "Why are you working alone here? Where is Sheetal?"

"She's in her cabin. After giving me some instructions, she left me to do everything alone. She's purposely doing that so that I give up and she gets to prove that Arnav's decision was wrong, but don't worry no matter what she does, I will put more effort in my work and I will surely not disappoint Arnav, who gave me this huge responsibility," Khushi said determinedly.

"Khushi you call ASR by his name!" Aman said astonished, he heard her taking his name in the morning when they were talking with Sheetal, but he let go at that time, now he realized that she really calls him Arnav and not ASR or Sir like other employees, "Everyone calls him ASR here."

"I'm sorry.. I will keep it in mind from now onwards. I will call him ASR," Khushi apologized sincerely.

"You don't need to apologize. Also if ASR doesn't have a problem with you calling him by his name, then you can call him like that," Aman shrugged.

Khushi nodded.

"ASR didn't just give you a huge responsibility Khushi. By blindly trusting you, He gave you an opportunity to take revenge on him. Everything you do here to spoil his work, it will directly affect his fashion show and his reputation in this industry. But it is said na, If you've done nothing wrong, you've got nothing to fear. That's why you're here, because he is not scared at all of anything you plan to do against him," Aman said serious.

"Even if I wanted to revenge him using this way, I would never do it.. not because of him, but the hardwork and effort that everyone here put to create a huge successful fashion show. So don't worry, I will do my work honestly here and leave when I'm done," Khushi said.

"Good," Aman said in low tone and walked away from there.

Khushi sighed and continued her work.

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Few hours later..

Gupta house.

As soon as Khushi came back home, Payal dragged her sister to her room and closed the door, she rushed to her sister cupping her face concernedly, "Khushi are you okay? That man didn't do anything wrong with you na?"

"No Jiji.. I'm fine. Why do you look so worried?" Khushi asked confused.

"Khushi are you seriously asking me this question? Of course, I'll be worried for you. You're working for that man who beat up Vihaan so badly, I literally start shivering in fear when I think what he can do to you.. that too alone in his office. You didn't even told anyone here at home that you're working for him now and not attending your classes at your college."

"Jiji please.. I'm not alone with him at the office.. there are many people around! And I just don't want to tell anyone at home that I'm working for him, because they won't understand.. they will get tensed unnecessarily. Also I will take notes from Lavanya later, so don't be worried about my college classes," Khushi said keeping her bag on the bed, then she started to take off her earrings.

"Khushi don't you feel scared of Arnav? Today was just your first day.. you never know what he will do tomorrow to you," Payal asked, unable to understand why her sister was so calm about working in AR as if it was no big deal.

"Honestly saying Jiji.. I don't feel scared of Arnav.. I mean he never misbehave or did something that would make feel scared around him. When I was in office today, never for once these thoughts ran in my mind that he would do something wrong with me," Khushi shrugged.

"But you should be alert Khushi. Keep your phone with you and call me immediately if you need my help," Payal said.

"Okay I will.. Relax Jiji," Khushi walked to her sister, pulling her into a warm embrace.

"I didn't want you to accept that man's offer.. I don't find this right," Payal sobbed, wrapping her arms around Khushi protectively.

"And I don't know why I feel that I've taken the right decision by accepting this offer," Khushi thought to herself.

"Nothing will happen to me Jiji. After I finish my work, I will leave that place for forever and move on in my life okay. Now stop crying. I've to freshen up and then go with Papa and Ma to clean their house as they want to go back home now," Khushi broke the hug and wiped the tears away from Payal's cheeks.

"Okay," Payal nodded, "I also need to help Amma in the kitchen."

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At Vihaan's house

Khushi was cleaning Vihaan's room with the help of his neighbor Riya, when she found a cigarette pack under the pillow on his bed. 

She held the cigarette pack in her hand with a frown forming on her forehead. Vihaan told her that he didn't smoke, then why was there a cigarette pack under the pillow on his bed?

At that moment only Arnav's words played in her mind.

Are you sure that one year was sufficient for you to know your fiance in and out?

"What happened Khushi?" Riya stopped her work to look at Khushi standing like a statue holding a cigarette pack in her hand.

Khushi looked at her startled for a moment, then she decided to clear her doubts with Riya, "Riya.. does Vihaan smoke?"

"You didn't know that?" Riya asked with a mocking smile.

"No.. He didn't told me," Khushi shook her head. She was shocked, disappointed and upset that Vihaan lied to her about his smoking habit. How confidently he used to say to her that he doesn't smoke and he detest the smell of smoke.

"Can I tell you something Khushi?"

"Yes."

"You should be happy that Vihaan is in coma and you didn't marry him that week otherwise you would be ruined," Riya said.

"Why are you saying that?" Khushi frowned.

"He's no innocent man.. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Riya whispered looking at the door to check if Vihaan's parents weren't there.

"Say it clearly Riya. What are you hiding from me?" Khushi insisted, understanding that Riya was hiding something from her.

Riya sighed as she rushed to close the door and walked back to Khushi, "Vihaan was my boyfriend before he started dating you last year."

"What? He said he never had a girlfriend before. And what if you're lying to me?"

"He was lying to impress you Khushi not me.. You're so innocent.. I've proof with me," Riya rolled her eyes, taking off her phone from her pant pocket, she showed to Khushi their intimate pictures making Khushi completely shocked.

"If you both were in love, then why was he behind me?" Khushi asked.

"Initially our relationship wasn't about this love and marriage thing, it was more about physical intimacy.."

Khushi sat on the bed with a thud, it was too much to digest for her, she caressed her temple with her fingers, "Please stop.." she whispered weakly, her eyes moistened not believing that she was made a fool by Vihaan. He kept on lying about his life to her and she blindly believed in his words.

Riya just stood still waiting for Khushi to recover from the shock she got.

After few minutes, Khushi looked up at her a bit calm and mentally prepared to hear the worst, "What happened then?"

"I fell in love with him.. but he didn't because he was already in love with you. So we broke up. Then he started dating you.. I was so angry and jealous of you Khushi for taking my place in his life.. that when he came to me complaining that you don't let him kiss you neither touch you intimately, I spend the night with him.. I tried to convince him to leave you and come back to me but he was determined that he wanted to get married to you only."

"He was betraying me as well," Khushi smiled mockingly as a lone tear escaped from her eye.

Flashback..

"You're smelling girl's perfume Vihaan!" Khushi frowned staring at him suspiciously.

"Seriously do you think I would have courage to come to meet you after betraying you with another girl, that too smelling her perfume? I'm not fool na Khushi," he chuckled.

"Then?"

"Uff baba I used my mother's perfume by mistake today," he sighed.

"Accha?" Khushi giggled.

"Yes.. Keep laughing! It's not funny ok.. Do you know how much I was scolded by Ma for wasting her perfume?" he pouted.

"Aww!" Khushi pulled his cheek smiling.

Flashback ends.

"That's why I'm saying Vihaan is completely opposite the image he created in front of you, his parents and your parents," Riya said.

Khushi shut her eyes tightly, crying bitterly.

"Please don't cry.. Vihaan's parents will come here hearing you cry and they shouldn't get to know anything that happened between me and Vihaan please Khushi keep it a secret.. I was never going to tell you about it as well.. but I don't know what made me tell you the truth," Riya pleaded, patting her back to calm her down.

Khushi stood up from the bed still crying, she took off the engagement ring from her finger and threw it away on his bed angrily, she left the room and ran outside the house that was suffocating her now.