There he was, standing speechless in front of his wife who demanded an answer. But his reply "I have no idea." wasn't the right one according to her. She wanted to know the truth.

Khushi - You have to tell me, whose lipstick mark is this?

Khushi was damn angry. She was gone to Laxmi Nagar for few days and when she returned to surprise him, she herself was surprised. She saw his white shirt on recliner with a lipstick mark on it. As if it wasn't worse enough, Arnav was not even saying the truth.

He just took a shower and changed into his night wear to see his Khushi returned. He had came close to her with a wide smile but when his wife whom he was seeing after few days slapped him instead of hugging or kissing him, he was baffled. It wasn't a tight slap but a short and light 'Khushi-slap'.

Arnav - What the.

Of course, what else could have been his reaction? And Khushi wasn't in mood of hugging or kissing he could see. She was in the mood of killing someone.

Arnav - Is this some new way of greeting your husband?

Arnav asked quite confused to which she showed him his white shirt and pointed at the lipstick mark.

Khushi - Kiski lipstick ka nishaan hai yeh? Kaun hai woh chudail jiske saath aap hamari peeth piche rangraliya mana rahe hai? AR ki koi model hai? Hum cchodenge nahi aap dono ko." (Whose lipstick mark is this? Who's the witch you're enjoying with behind my back? Is she an AR model? I won't leave you both.)

Arnav - I..don't know...this, how did this come on my shirt?

He was truly baffled. The shirt seemed to be his but the lipstick mark was unknown to him. It wasn't Khushi's, she was not home.

Khushi - Arnav, don't you get me angry. I am very serious. Just tell me whose lipstick mark is this?

Khushi was gritting her teeth and flaring her nose. Arnav raised his brows almost scared of her. There were few moments his drama queen would use the word serious with that expression. But he couldn't anything else than deny.

Arnav - I seriously don't know Khushi. I have no idea.

Khushi - Accha. So you mean to say, a lipstick mark appeared on your shirt on its own? Not that you were making out with someone!?

Arnav - Shut up Khushi!

Khushi - I want to know right now whose lipstick mark this is, else...

Arnav - Else what Khushi? I told you I don't know how this lipstick stain came on my shirt.

His reply was impatient as she just won't believe him.

First he cheats on her and then even dares to even get angry on her?

Khushi - So you don't know, theek hai. Don't say anything. Just get out of my room and sleep on the couch.

Arnav - Excuse me? You're throwing me out of my own room?

Khushi - Ji nahi. Hum aapko HAMARE kamre se nikaal rahe hai! Aur shukar manayie sirf kamre se hi nikaala hai, jo aapne kiya hai, uske baad toh aapko ghar se nikaal dena chahiye. (No. I'm throwing you out of MY room! And be grateful I'm only throwing you out of bedroom, you deserve to be thrown out of the house for what you've done.)

Arnav - What the.

She threw the shirt back on bed and took a pillow and pushed into his hands.

Khushi - Go and sleep on the couch.

Arnav - Khushi, you can't throw me out of my room.

Khushi - I certainly can. Because I won't sleep with you in the same room before you don't tell me whose lipstick stain it is. And if you won't sleep out, I'm going back to Laxmi Nagar forever.

She took her bag which was not unpacked yet and turned towards the door. Arnav flared his nose and held her wrist.

Arnav - Shut up. Don't you go anywhere. I'll sleep out.

She put the bag down and folded her arms on her chest looking away. Arnav just nodded in denial, not angry but tired. This girl is a drama. Throwing him out of the room. Typical.

Arnav - I don't need this pillow to sleep on a couch. We have a vacant guest room Khushi.

He threw the pillow back on bed and turned to leave.

Khushi - Nahi Mr. Raizada. Iss ghar ke sariye kamron ke darwaze aapke liye band ho chuke hai! (No. All the bedroom doors of this house are closed for you.)

Arnav looked at her raising his brows, uttering an unbelievable.

Khushi - If you even think of sleeping on the comfortable bed in guest room, I'll gather all family members and tell them what you have done. So you have either a couch or a floor to sleep on. Decision is upon you. But whatever you decide, you won't even get this pillow now.

Arnav looked at her amused and nodded in denial. This girl is really unbelievable. But he knew she could really gather all the family members right now and then he won't only be thrown out of the room but also out of the house. So to avoid any drama, he thought of just doing whatever she wished for now and went to sleep on this couch without a pillow.

* * *

Arnav came back to their bedroom in the morning to see his wife standing there at the recliner in her night dress with her hands on her hips and staring the white shirt kept on the recliner.

He walked over to her and looked at her titling his head.

Arnav - So cooled down?

She turned to see him and still had that same anger on her face which Arnav adored so much and found sweet whereas he should be scared. She wasn't to be joked in this situation. She was really believing him to be cheating on her.

Arnav - Khushi, relax. Please calm down. You think I can do this to you? Don't you trust me?

Khushi - No Mr. Raizada. I don't. This shirt is proof enough of how easily you can break my trust. I was just gone for few days and you-

Arnav - Enough Khushi. You're extending it too much.

Khushi - Kya too much? Aap kuch bhi kare, woh sab too much nahi hota. Hum aapse kuch kahe, toh woh too much ho jata hai. Aap hame dhokha de, kuch bhi kare, bas hum aapko kuch na kahe? (What too much? You can do anything, it's never too much but if I say something, it always gets too much. You do whatever you want and I shall never say anything to you?)

Arnav fisted as he was losing his patience. She was just not ready to listen to him. And before he says or does something which he will regret later, he just went to get ready and left for office.

* * *

Khushi paced her room and could neither sit nor stand anywhere. This lipstick mark on the shirt was giving her headache. The whole night she couldn't sleep thinking how could he betray her like this? She will kill him, she felt.

She sat on bed overwhelmed with mixed emotions of anger and sadness.

There was a knock at the door and she opened to let Payal in who asks her about Guptas and then noticed the white shirt with the lipstick mark on the recliner. She frowned and walked over for a closer inspection only to recognise the shirt and lipstick shade very well.

Payal - Khushi, how did this shirt get here?

Khushi *frowns* - Matlab? Arnavji ki hai. (means?)

Payal - Nahi, yeh Akash ki shirt hai. Yeh lipstick mark...*blush* yeh hamara hai. (No, this shirt belongs to Akash. This lipstick mark is mine.)

Khushi - Tumhara? (yours?)

It was then cleared by Payal shyly how after Akash got ready for office, they shared a romantic moment where she kissed his shirt. As of course he couldn't go wearing it anymore, he took it off and she was taking it to wash but then Manorama called her and she kept the shirt on sofa in lounge and forgot it afterwards. HP must have thought it's Arnav's and kept it here.

Khushi - Matlab, yeh, yeh Arnav ki nahi hai?

Khushi smiled really glad of finding out the truth. That was a relief. He wasn't cheating on her. But next she widened her eyes and mouth in an O shape. He wasn't cheating on her!

Khushi - Yeh Arnav ki nahi hai!

* * *

She paced the room eating chanas and looked at the clock. It was time for him to come back home. He must be arriving anytime. She was so scared. He was so angry when he left that he didn't even eat breakfast and neither did he phone her even once.

Khushi - Hey Devi Maiyya, ab hum kya kare? Subah toh ghusse mein aake humne unhe itna kuch suna diya. Ab agar Arnav ko sacch bataya, toh humse kitna naraaz ho jayenge. Devi Maiyya, raksha karna. (What do I do now? I told him what not in anger in the morning. Now if I tell him the truth, he'll be so upset with me. DM, save me.)

The door opened just then and he walked in. She looked at him once and gulped as he came to her. Her lips were trembling as she had to tell him the truth.

On the other side Arnav had decided that in order to set this matter, he had to give in falsely to this accusation. It was better to admit it and ask for forgiveness than extending this drama and turning it into a bigger fight. He couldn't sleep on the couch again. And he wasn't in a mood of sleeping without her on his side. She was at Laxmi Nagar first and now when she's back, she won't let him close to her because of this lipstick drama.

Khushi - Um' Arnav, I-

Arnav - I will tell you whose lipstick mark it is.

She first frowned but then raised her brows and looked at him with an open mouth, blinking more than needed. He will tell her? But there wasn't anything to tell!

Arnav - Actually there's this new model at AR and she was trying to seduce me but I immediately clarified everything. I told her I am a happily married man and I love my wife. Now she will leave me alone and you don't need to worry about anything. I didn't tell you anything before because I didn't want you to go and pull her hairs. I know how worse my Khushi's anger can be. I just lied to save her from you.

Khushi stared him amused and relieved at the same time. She pondered why he was lying to her now but then understood it must be his plan of just setting the matter.

Bacch gayi Khushi aaj toh. Khushi jumped from inside. He was taking the blame on him just for her. So if she comes up with the truth now, there are high chances he will lose his temper and then rub it under her nose when they fight next time. So she should for once just go with the lie and save things from getting out of control.

Khushi - H' Haan...wahi toh, agar aisa hai toh, theek hai. Humne aapko maaf kiya. (Ok, if that's the matter, then I forgive you.)

She looked here and there in her almost comic style, praying inside to her DM for having saved her from Arnav's wrath today.

Arnav - So everything is ok between us?

He grabbed her elbow and pulled her closer. She gave him a super cute smile almost indicating something's fishy but he wanted his much awaited hug which he got now and topped the muffin with a kiss.

* * *

Khushi returned to their bedroom after having helped HP cleaning the kitchen. Arnav and Akash were sitting at the poolside discussing some office work. Once she came, her brother-in-law wished them goodnight and left. Khushi locked the bedroom and went to the cupboard to grab her night clothes.

Arnav then came in and kept his files and laptop on the recliner. He walked over to stand behind his wife.

Arnav - You know Khushi, Akash just told me something very funny.

Khushi - Accha, kya? (What?)

Arnav - Payal told him that HP accidentally kept his white shirt in our room. And the funny thing is that, it had Payal's lipstick mark on it.

Khushi's eyes widened. She hugged her night dress closer and gulped. So Payal must have told Akash. Jiji!

She slowly turned towards him only to see him looking at her with that 'you're-dead' expression. He was standing so close to her that she felt squeezed between him and cupboard. His arms were crossed on his chest, like go on, what do you have to say now?

Khushi opened her mouth but felt short of words. She cleared her throat and then looked into his eyes with a faint smile.

Khushi - Woh..Arnav, I'...COCKROACH

She pointed at the recliner and just when Arnav turned behind, she immediately ran into bathroom. Arnav looked back and chuckled now nodding in denial. What a drama queen his wife is. But he won't leave her so easily. He smirked.

He has already thought of a punishment. She won't get to sleep at all tonight.