Hi friends!
This is the last chapter of M4. Hope you all will like it. I wish to focus on my new SS - Mehbooba. And that can only happen once I finish drafting M4. One final glimpse of Mafia Raizada and his wife.

Reporters POV

As a Page 3 news reporter, I always made sure that my work was different from the others. In a competitive field like ours, every moment counts. News is sold like hot cupcakes if it is something spicy enough. And if I get a byte from the Raizada couple tonight then no one can take away that promotion from me.

So here I am surrounded by a bunch of hungry wolves who are dying to get a word from the mobster Arnav Singh Raizada. everybody knows that is next to impossible. So like me, everyone will try to grab Khushi Singh Raizada's attention. We look like fools standing outside the premises of an educational institution on a stormy evening in our raincoats. But you gotta do what you gotta do. Finishing the last bite of my Subway sandwich I grabbed my microphone and tried to catch a glimpse of KSR who was still busy clicking selfies with her close friend. That dusky girl next to her is Lavanya Kashyap soon to be Mathur. Yup, the right-hand man of Raizada proposed to her. That huge diamond on her finger is proof. I hope Khushi will answer my questions. I mean I have heard that the girl is a chirpy bubbly one who talks without any filter. I stopped my musings when I noticed four people moving towards us, caged by a bunch of men in black. Ughh. I hate the bodyguards. As ASR, Lavanya, Khushi, and Aman neared us the paparazzi went gaga over them and I could not help but smirk.
Several questions were thrown at them. But the great mafia handled them like a boss.

"Sir your wife is a graduate how do you feel?"

"ASR is it true that you guys are expecting a baby?"

"Will you attend the AmaNya wedding in Dubai?"

Nobody asked offensive things knowing too well that ASR would chop their head off their bodies if anything triggers the man. Clearing my throat I finally found the courage to fire a question towards Khushi Raizada.

"KSR congraduations! Any big plans for Masters?"

With a sweeping glance, she noticed my presence and then as if it were an everyday occurrence winked in my direction. The crowd gasped and clicked more pictures without a pause. shaking her head with a dazzling smile the woman answered in a confident tone.

"Thank you for your wishes dear. Yes, I have plans for further studies but for now, I wish to take a break. Thoda time apne mafiaji ke saath bhi to betaana hai."
(I want to spend some quality time with my mafiaji).

The crowd stared back in astonishment as the woman addressed the big elephant in the room. Nobody ever mentioned the fact in direct terms that ASR is a cold-hearted mafia man. However, she is the wife. I grinned at her spontaneous response. Well, now that I have broken the ice it's time to ask something bold. I know this might finish my career but every risk is worth it when the prize is extraordinary.

"Khushi, women don't lag in today's world. Kya aap kabhi mafia world join karsakti hain?"
(Will you join the mafia world anytime soon?)

Stunned by my question the crowd gaped at the two of us. With a quick sweeping glance, I noticed the small smirk that Arnav Singh Raizada was sporting. Pheww. Saved. Thank goodness. Click. Click. Click. The crowd continued to snap our moments. With a guffaw, Mrs. Raizada folded her arms across her chest and winked once again.

"Well, you never know. Aur jis din hum mafia world mein aagaye na uss din aapke ASR ka rival aajayega."
(And the day I join the mafia world then a rival for ASR will be born).

Her sassiness pleased the crowd and everyone cheered for the woman who dared to tame the beast like Arnav Singh Raizada. Another reporter took a chance and attempted to engage the mafia leader in a political discussion which did last for about half a minute. I rolled my eyes at the obvious manner of distraction that every competitor used, the political angle. It is always safe and sound. A few minutes passed, the couple took their leave and the crowd swirled towards the soon-to-be-wed couple. Lavanya Kashyap and Aman Mathur.

Khushis POV

Patting my back, I elbowed my husband as we left my graduation ceremony. I felt proud of myself for handling the media with such a witty response. My mafiaji did not share the same opinion though. I knew it. He hated the unnecessary attention that I showered on the paparazzi. Hey, Devi Maiyya ye Arnavji ko itni jalan kyun ho jati hai? Ye bhi na bilkul 2 saal ke bacche jaisa behave krte hain. Getting comfortable behind the wheel he tried to concentrate on the road but no one can ignore the great Khushi Singh Raizada. Koi mafia Raizada bhi nai.
(Oh lord why is Arnavji so jealous if the paparazzi pay me attention? He acts like a 2yr old).

"Oho Arnav you are such a baby at times. Instead of praising me, you are pouting like a teenager."

"Shut up Khushi. I am not a baby. And out of the two of us, you were the teenager aur ab woh time bhi gaya. And you want me to appreciate you for wasting our precious time?"

Oops. He is right. I promised him that tonight will be a special one without any hindrance. And look at me, friends. For a few minutes fame I wasted so much time with the stupid paparazzi. Ughh. I am mad. I am mad. Rubbing the back of my neck I met his eyes awkwardly. My husband looked right through me and continued to drive. Oh. Look at that. His cheeks have turned red in anger. How cute! Should bite those juicy...Stop Khushi. Code red, code red. Don't distract to the point of death, he is driving. Well. A small peck won't cause any harm. Grinning to myself I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his cheek soundly. Slowly, painstaking slowly he cocked his head to the side with a look of curiosity burning in his different shaded eyes.

"What was that?"

"An apology. In Khushi Singh Raizada style."

"In that case, you need to learn. This style is archaic and too formal. I need a good long modern informal style of apology."

I gaped at his cheeky answer and turned a deep shade of red. Now my cheeks looked like the juicy apples of Kashmir. Damn you Raizada. Har baar humein blush krwa dete hain. If this continues then I will look like a tomato and Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada will keep smirking like he always does. Do not indulge in this banter right now Khushi, Mafiaji is prepared to win this one. Accepting defeat I faced the window to look outside. This is much better than becoming red. The silence between us did not bother me at all. It felt comforting. Sometime later when we were about to reach home I felt a hand over mine. Glancing to my side I noticed my husband's hand entwined with mine. I couldn't help but feel giddy at his touch. With a smile, I caressed my thumb over the back of his hand. A warmth wrapped around me feeling his comforting gaze. Unable to help myself I muttered.

"You know that I love you right?"

"I know Mrs. Raizada. I know it very well."

Arnav POV

Knowing that we were finally alone I dragged Khushi inside the house only to hiss in response. The sight in front of me bewildered and disgusted me at the same time. As if it was not enough that I had a furry problem since the day I married Khushi, now they had multiplied in numbers. Khushi left my hand and rushed inside to cuddle with the little kittens sitting beside Rajeev. Yup. He had a wife and two kids. One fine day, a year ago, Lavanya Kashyap adopted Muskaan. A stray cat who needed shelter. And then Khushi announced that Rajeev has feelings for the other animal.

I still remember how I had danced with Khushi out of sheer happiness. In my imagination, Rajeev had left Shantivan to stay with Muskan in Kashyap house. My wife had been surprised by my instant enthusiasm. According to her, I had finally accepted the furball Rajeev. But my happiness was short-lived. In a matter of a few hours, Lavanya declared that Muskan would live like any other bride with the groom. Animal rights. Love. Happiness. And a concoction of huge humanity-shaking phrases later, I became the owner of not one but two, yes two cats. Moreover, six months ago Khushi and I became grandparents to two more furry creatures. Behaving like the owner of the house, Rajeev jumped on the three-seater sofa and passed me a bored look.

"What the hell! It's because of my acceptance that you are enjoying a happy married life. The least you can do is keep your little family in the room allotted to you."

"Aweee! You are such a cutie..."

I rolled my eyes as my wife rubbed her fingers behind the little one's ears. Wow. Amazing. She promised to spend some alone time with me and look how she is fulfilling her end of the deal. Perfect. Pointing my index finger at the animal on the sofa I growled but kept my voice low in fear of Khushi.

"It's past bedtime. Gather your little rats and go back to your room. Put them to sleep and spend time with your girl. What say?"

He quickly abandoned the sofa and made his way toward the kittens who were cuddling my wife's legs. Like a bolt of lightning, Rajeev pawed the furballs and turned to leave the living room. Khushi frowned at the act but stood up and turned sideways to face me. Thankfully the little talk about 'spending time with your girl' did the job. Men are always scared of their wives. Huh. Passing her a 500 mega-watt smile I gestured upwards. Khushi Raizada narrowed her eyes and for a moment I thought she caught me scolding Rajeev, but a second later she smiled in return and ascended the stairs. Pheww. That was close.

"I think that media girl was right. Kyun na hum bhi aapki mafia team join krlein? What do you think? Graduation ke baad ab kuch to karna hi hai humein..."
(Why don't I join the mafia team? What do you think? After graduation I need to keep myself busy...)

I coughed up the water that I had been sipping for a while near the poolside when her words registered in my mind. WHAT THE?! She is crazy. How can she suddenly declare such a thing? What made her want to join the mafia world? Ughhh. That stupid reporter was supposed ,to congratulate my wife, rather she chose to put ideas in Khushi's mind. But it does sound appealing. Khushi as KSR, the mafia queen, taking decisions beside me. Damn it. Come back from your fantasy world, Raizada. Her focus shifted and my beloved rubbed my back, to make me feel better. However, the gesture only made me more nervous. Think. Think Raizada. She is waiting for a response. Don't overreact and don't ignore. You are standing on a landmine, that you don't want to explode. Smoothening my expressions I nodded letting her know that I was feeling better. Clearing my throat unnecessarily I tried to answer her.

"Yeah? Do you think so? How interesting?"

"Aap bata rahein hain ya pooch rahein hain?"
(You are telling me or questioning me?)

"I am just thinking about your choice. The idea sounds hot no doubt."

"Haina?!? Humein bhi bahut acha laga. Sochiye weapons ke saath har mafia aur gunde ko threat dene mein kitna maza aayega. It would be a thrilling experience."
(Right?!? Even I loved it. Just think how enjoyable the experience of threatening would be for me).

Giggling at her own words she sat near the pool, dipping her legs up to her ankles, and patted her side wanting me to join her. Well, it would be a thrilling experience. I will feel much better when she would be around me more often. There are infinite possibilities. With proper training and guidance, I could make Khushi a mafia queen in practical terms. Intrigued by the idea, I too joined my wife. Cupping her face I breathed the words.

"Khushi you have potential. You are a grown woman now, and you have the right to make your own decisions. Main tumhare har decision mein tumhe support krunga. Yes, it sounds scary but with the right training you could become a positive addition to the mafia world."
(I would support your decisions).

I finished the words with a happy sigh. However, my next words were swallowed by an intense kiss from Khushi Singh Raizada. She must have liked my response a lot. Her energy and passion brought a huge wave of desire inside me. I could not help but return her smooch. The need to breathe made us pull away from each other. I could not help but whisper the words.

"You know that I love you right?"

"I know Mr. Raizada. I know it very well."

She repeated my earlier words making me sigh in relief and happiness. Only a woman like Khushi could handle my dark world. Her chirpiness and bubbly personality will surely lighten up the mafia universe. She felt like the final piece of my jigsaw puzzle. A perfect fit meant just for me.

"Issi baat pe ice cream hojae?"
(Let's have ice cream together?)

"Tumhare saath ice cream khane ka maza hi aur hai Khushi!"
It's wonderful to eat ice cream with you Khushi!)
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