Hey lovelies… 

Hope u all are doing well… 

I'm here with a one shot which was supposed to be a tribute shot on IPKKND Anniversary. But I couldn't publish it that day as I couldn't complete it on time. (nothing new right 🙈) But as they say BETTER LATE THAN NEVER, so here's a small tribute from me for our favorite show IPKKND & our favorite, sizzling, hot couple Arshi 😍

9 years to the amazing show & it's still fresh in our minds ❤️

9 years to our Arshi & they are still ruling our hearts 😍

In fact we Arshians' love for Arshi is just increasing with every passing year & we would keep on loving & celebrating till eternity ❤️

Even our Arshi/Sarun gave us a lovely present on their show's anniversary this year by going live together 💞 with Gul Khan. 

What an entertaining & fun filled chat that was 🤗

Loved watching them live together after so long 😍

Sanaya by mistake called Barun BABY 2-3 times 🤭 that was so cute 😍

& the way they both blushed on the question by Gul regarding their off-screen chemistry… Even though they tried to ditch the question but still the blush was clearly visible… Hayeeee 😍❤️😍

& Gul's revelation about why the readers never got to see the pool romance between Arshi during the whole show made me laugh hilariously 😂🤣🤣😂🤣😂

All in all it was an awesome 50 minutes spent with our Sarun & surprisingly with Gul as well 😁

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Btw… Today I have one more reason to celebrate as it's my darling gummy bear Mitalchauhan8   my Mittu's birthday 🎂

Many many happy returns of the day & wish u a very happy birthday my dear Mittu. 🎊🎉🎈🎊🎉🎈🎊

May your coming year be as amazing as u are & you shine like a star ⭐🌟

May you get all the happiness in the world & you never have to strive for anything to hold. 👸

Keep smiling & continue to make us laugh with your humorous remarks. 😝😜😆😀😁😂🤣

Love u lotssss my guttery bear 😘💋

I would like to thank heartily to @SujzWriter my Suju, for making an extremely beautiful cover for this os.. U are a genius Suju… Love u lotssss baby 😘

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Khushi was terribly scared. She was literally shivering clutching her dupatta to her chest. The colourful lights surrounding the stage were flashing on her face, scaring her more. Mustering some courage she scanned her surroundings with frightened eyes to find at least one face which might be of her acquaintance & could help her out of here, from this unwanted place, she has landed herself in. 

She had come here looking for her jiji's would be groom, Abhishek-ji. But the people here misunderstood her to be someone else & pushed her on this stage where she doesn't know what she has to do further. She was just getting prompted from behind to walk further on the stage. The numerous camera flashes were adding on to her fear. 

She is already late. Her jiji, in her bridal attire, is waiting for her groom Abhishek-ji at home to get married to him & instead of searching for him, she is standing here amidst this unknown people who are commanding her to walk on the stage. 

She requested them several times to let her go. She is here by mistake so they should let her go as she is terribly needed somewhere else right now but her words fell onto deaf ears & she was pushed here, on this stage. 

Though she is a feisty & courageous girl but right now her heart is in her mouth. All she wants to do is get wings miraculously & fly away from here to her house, to her jiji, to her family. But miracles don't happen when you really need them to happen. 

With shivering hands, quivering lips & shaking legs, she started taking slow, unsteady steps further on the stage. 

She had reached the edge of the stage with great difficulty & decided she can't take more. She will just turn & make a run, down the stage, out of this place. 

But the moment she turned, her clumsiness ditched her & the hem of her lehenga got tangled in her leg & instead of making a run she made a fall down the stage. 

She closed her eyes tight, terribly scared of the hurt she would feel, falling on the hard floor. 

But seems miracles do happen when needed as instead of falling on the hard floor & getting her bones broken, she felt herself securely cradled in strong, masculine arms. 

In reflex she had immediately held the lapels of the shirt of the owner of those strong arms, even without opening her eyes. 

Her chest was heaving up & down, partially relieved surviving the fall & partially confused due to the warmth she was feeling in this unknown person's arms, whose face she was yet to view. 

Feeling hot breaths on her face she slowly opened her eyes to get them clashed with the most intense & deep, chocolate orbs she has ever witnessed. 

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Arnav Singh Raizada, The king of fashion industry, the owner of Asia's no.1 fashion hub, was here at his home town Lucknow from Delhi to organize a fashion show in Sheeshmahal - his ancestral home. The home, which holds a significant place in his heart as he has spent some good years of his childhood here with his family, especially with his dead mother. But at the same time this very home has given him some terribly painful & unhealable wounds. 

This is the same house where he lost his mother who killed herself not being able to take her husband's adultery. The husband who was not only an adulterer but a coward as well, who killed himself after his wife committed suicide as he would not be able to face the society. All these had happened on the day of his dii Anjali's marriage which was called off then. He was just 14 then when his dii & he had become orphans in the blink of an eye. Taking advantage of their condition, their paternal uncle had thrown them out of their house, taking hold of all of their properties including this Sheeshmahal. He had promised himself then that one day he would reach such heights, from where nobody would be able to even move him let alone throw & he would get back his Sheeshmahal, throwing his uncle out the same way he did with them without a penny to survive. 

Today, he has fulfilled the promise he gave to himself by buying Sheeshmahal back on his Late mother's name & throwing his vile uncle on the roads to beg. 

This fashion show is the part of the party he has thrown to celebrate his victory. The ramp walk had just begun. The models were showcasing the designs of his company. The theme was all red, his favourite colour. He was witnessing everything with a proud smirk on his face when suddenly a girl in a green lehenga with a pink dupatta appeared on the stage. She wasn't definitely a model of his show as neither she was wearing red nor the dress she was wearing belonged to his company. In fact it appeared to be a cheap, low class, roadside piece. The moment his eyes traveled from her dress to her face, the world stopped for him & so did his breaths. 

She was a beauty personified. An angel in green. Just like what his mother used to tell him about a beautiful angel who would come in his life for him. Her fair, non blemished skin was visible to his sharp eyes even from the distance. The lights falling on her face were making his work easier to gaze at her prominent, facial features. Her scared yet beautiful eyes were like made of glass. Her symmetrical cheeks & pointed chin enhanced her beauty. But the best feature on her face were her full & luscious lips which were invoking desires in him. All he wants to do is admire her face from a very close circuit & touch her silky, smooth skin. 

He observed that she looked frightened of the surroundings & was probably looking for some help. After a lot of pondering, she finally decided to move ahead on the stage. He saw her moving forward fearing, shaking & the moment she reached the edge of the stage, he had a hunch that she was going to fall. But before she could land herself on the floor, he had reached to her & caught her safely in his arms. 

When she opened her eyes & looked straight in his brown orbs, he felt her hazel pools piercing through his soul invoking some very strong & passionate desires in him. 

But wait.. What was that noise he heard?? 

Was that a crack in the walls he has built around his heart since years to save himself from getting carried away by a beautiful face gaining pain & sufferings all along in the name of the rubbish called love?? But the biggest shocker for him was his same bloody pumping organ was thumping & jumping crazily as if trying to shift from its place giving way to this angel to settle in there. 

He inhaled & exhaled to control his laboured breathing but that turned more hazardous as his already heaving chest got collided with her hyperventilating soft bosoms. 

On top of that, her quivering lips were begging him to taste their plumpness making him lose control all the more. 

They shared an intense eyelock. 

He was doing what he wanted to do. Gaze her face from close scrutiny. 

She was way more beautiful than what he deduced from far. 

She could easily give a run for money to all the models of his company. 

She was an incomparable, natural beauty with a lissome body, light as a feather. 

He doesn't wish to keep her down from his arms ever neither she herself seemed willing to leave his arms as he felt her settling more comfortably in his arms. 

She slowly wounded her one hand around his neck & the other was still clutching his shirt lapel. 

Her eyes travelled on his handsome face stopping on his deep, brown eyes. 

She felt as if his eyes were searching her only, since ages, the way they glinted seeing her closely. 

He was one handsome man wearing the finest of fabrics. 

She was liking the warmth eminating from him. She wanted to feel closer to him so she shifted accordingly in his arms. 

She has never ever let any man come close to her, let alone touch her.

But with this man, she was having a completely different feeling as if she was made for his eyes to gaze & for his hands to touch. She was loving the feel of him on her. 

She saw him gulping visibly as his eyes gazed at her lips & then locked back with her eyes. 

He slowly started walking backstage, carrying her in his arms, their eyelock still intact. 

Entering a room, he gently put her down & closed the door behind him. 

Khushi neither flinched nor feared when she saw him advancing towards her taking predatory steps. But her feet in reflex moved back till her back hit the wall behind her. 

"Who are you??" He asked standing very close to her, her heaving chest brushing with his suit clad torso. 

"Khushi." She replied in her sweet voice, her eyes lowered. 

He lifted her face, holding her chin. Their eyes locked again. 

"Khushi." He repeated huskily, looking hotly at her, accelerating her heart beats. 

Her wide, innocent eyes looking into his hot, molten orbs. 

She felt his smouldering gaze singeing her skin but she loved the burning sensation. 

"What are you doing here??" He asked, clutching her tiny waist, pulling her closer to himself. 

She kept her palms on his chest, not at all disgusted by his touch. 

"I came here by mistake." She breathed. 

He swallowed, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance. 

He cradled her face between his palms. 

"You are very beautiful Khushi." He kissed her forehead tenderly. 

She closed her eyes, fisting the soft fabric of his shirt in her palms. 

He kissed her eyes one by one sucking on her eyelids making them flutter open. 

He caressed her cheeks with the back of his fingers. "You are so soft, so delicate Khushi." His breath feathered across her cheek before his lips pressed against its soft plumpness. Withdrawing his lips from there, he proceeded to taste the smoothness of her other cheek. 

Moving back he stared at her face which had turned scarlet, making her look more beautiful. 

His eyes darted to her lips which quivered & parted seeing his lips advancing towards them. But before his warm lips could capture her soft petals, she turned around & stuck her body to the wall behind her. 

Her side face was visible to him. He could see her smiling shyly with closed eyes. But his eyes darkened with passion seeing her bare back through her backless green choli with just a pearl string attached to it, escalating his desires. 

He moved closer to her & stood joining their lower bodies. 

He pulled her dupatta from her neck & threw it on the ground. He then slowly moved her long, thick braid to her shoulder, making her bare back properly visible to his hungry eyes without any hindrance. 

Bending his face, he blew air on the loose curls at her neck & saw her trembling at the effect. 

He caressed the pearl string delicately, cautious enough to not let it tear.

He touched her svelte neck with the tip of his fingers, going down her bare back. 

As soon as his warm hand touched her bare back, she sucked in a sharp intake of breath feeling shivers run down her spine 

He caressed her bare back, loving the feel of its silkiness on his rough hand. 

Letting his hand travel down her bare back, he slowly wounded his hand around her flat tummy. 

He could feel her stomach contract & expand speedily as she was breathing heavily. 

Detaching her body from the wall, he pulled her back to himself. 

He gently kissed on her ear & dragged his eager lips down her neck to her shoulders, leaving a trail of wet kisses. 

Khushi fisted her lehenga tight from either sides, enjoying the havoc his lips were creating in her body. 

She couldn't stop an involuntary moan escaping from her mouth the moment she felt his lips caressing her bare back & smooching her skin over there. 

He smooched every bit of her skin at her bare back, visible to his desire filled eyes. 

She couldn't take it any more. Turning around she threw herself in his strong arms, coiling her delicate hands around his neck. 

He smiled ecstatically & enveloped his arms around her. His face burried in the crook of her neck. Her cheek resting on his heart which was beating in sync of hers. 

Both stood wrapped into each other, inhaling each other's fragrance, feeling immense heat generating in their joined bodies. 

His one hand moved upwards, caressing her bare back & other was freeing her hair from the ties of its braid. 

She bunched his coat at his back, not understanding her unimaginable bodily reactions to a stranger's intimate touches. 

"Khushi.." He murmured at her neck. "I'm Arnav Singh Raizada." He introduced himself, pulling her hair tie & setting her long, silky hair free, down her waist. 

"Arnavji.." She whispered, loving the feel of his name on her tongue. 

He clutched her hair in a gentle grip & pulled her face back.

 His eyes pools of unbound passion. 

"Say it again Khushi." He urged. "Say my name again Khushi." 

"Arnavji." She repeated warmly. 

"Again." He insisted with unknown desperateness. 

"Arnavji." Her rosy lips murmured, only to be captured by his hard, desperate ones, swallowing her gasp of surprise. 

His lips moved tenderly on her soft petals, tasting their sweetness. 

She felt her legs turned jelly. He held her tight to himself, not letting her falter. 

She was just enjoying the warmth of his lips on hers. 

He was sucking on her lips with extra tenderness, taking his own sweet time. 

But when she gripped his hair & participated equally in their kiss, returning his every stroke with an equal fervor & intensity, he couldn't hold his increasing desires & bit onto her lower lip. She hissed giving entry to his desperate tongue. He tasted the sweetness of her warm mouth thoroughly. Their tongues mated, dancing on the rythm of their wayward heartbeats. He captured her lips again, sucking, kissing, licking them to his heart's content. Her soft luscious lips were sweeter then any nectar & way more intoxicating then any alcohol in the world. 

Slowly detaching their lips, he rested his forehead against hers. 

Grabbing her by her waist, he pulled her closer but groaned when her soft bosoms got pressed to his hard chest. 

He immediately crushed her delicate form in the confines of his strong arms. 

"I love you Khushi." He professed. "I love you so damn much." He peppered kisses in her hair. 

"I love you too Arnavji." She confessed back, kissing his neck. 

Both smiled heartily at each other's instant responses & stood enjoying their proximity. 

"Did you really wanted to kiss me & get intimate with me in our first meeting itself, nine years back Arnavji??" She asked breaking the silence, moving back, meeting his passionate gaze. 

"With every single fibre of my body Khushi." He replied with passion. "That day, I wanted to touch you, caress you, kiss you the same way I did today Khushi." He husked, swallowing the lump formed in his throat, remembering his atrociousness of that day against his lovely Khushi. 

"I was absolutely bowled the moment I had seen you on the stage & when you fell in my arms, all I wanted to do is carry you to a secret place where nobody would bother us & I could make you mine in every possible way." He confessed unabashedly, kissing every inch of her face. 

Khushi blushed at his bold revelations. 

"Your hazel eyes had penetrated my heart the moment you entered the stage, even before you could lay your eyes on me." He stated, his eyes lingering lovingly on her hazel eyes & parted lips. "Just like a moth gets drawn to a flame even after knowing that there lies death, the same way I was getting drawn towards you even after my mind screaming to me that there lies betrayal, deceit, doom, under the pretext of a beautiful face but my heart was overpowering my mind. You had terribly shaken up my equilibrium." He shook his head & gulped the boulder of stupidity he had shown that day towards his own feelings. 

"But would you have reacted the same way to my advances the way you did now Khushi??" He asked earnestly. "Wouldn't you have revolted feeling disgusted at my touches??" His curious eyes were looking into her soft ones. 

She pressed her swollen lips into a thin line. 

"No.. I wouldn't have revolted." She replied immediately, shocking him. "Only if you hadn't misbehaved with me, hadn't scared me by locking me up, hadn't terrified me by tearing my pearl dori or hadn't degraded my jiji & me, then I would have definitely reacted equally to your physical advances if you had initiated any, just like today." She cleared, absolutely genuine in her words. 

His heart constricted painfully in his chest getting reminded of his callousness of that day. 

He gripped her forearms gently. "I'm sorry Khushi. I'm so so sorry sweetheart for everything I put you through that day, for all my scathing words I used for your jiji & you, for scaring you, manhandling you, terrifying you by my atrocious acts. I'm very much ashamed of myself & regretful as hell." He admitted remorsefully. His eyes were full of guilt & regret. 

"That was the day I had lost my parents, dii's wedding was called off & we were evicted from our own house by our uncle many years back." 

Khushi nodded in understanding as he had already told her everything. 

"I had taken revenge by snatching Sheeshmahal back from my uncle & throwing him out on the roads that same morning of our first meet. I was reliving all the good, the bad & the horrible memories of my life spent in Sheeshmahal. My emotions were all over the places that day & you just came & invoked the feelings I didn't want to feel ever." He let out an exasperated sigh for behaving like an insensitive jerk who couldn't acknowledge his own heart that day. 

"But still Khushi.. It was our first meeting & the morals you possessed, how you would have let me touch you even if I hadn't been brutal but kind & considerate towards you that day??" He asked his curiosity at her previous reply. 

Khushi smiled before replying. "I had felt a strange karmic connection with you the moment I had fallen in your arms Arnavji." She giggled at her own words. "& when our eyes had met for the first time, you had my heart that very moment. I felt as if I was made only for your eyes to see & for your hands to touch as if I was born only for you. I was loving to be in your arms as I felt them to be the safest place on this earth until the moment you dropped me rudely & pushed me harshly away from you. Then whatever happened after that made me repulsive towards myself for even thinking of you in a good light." She replied swallowing hard. "I know I must be sounding crazy??" She pouted moving back to the wall & stood supporting her back to it. 

He was surprised to know that they were sailing in the same boat of unfathomable yet very known & intimate feelings. 

"No Khushi." He moved to her & stood sticking to her, keeping his hands on the wall on either side of Khushi's face. "I understand because I had felt the same karmic connection when I had caught you in my arms. But at the same time I felt my beliefs of years of not falling for a pretty face or not feeling any emotions like love & desire towards any girl were going for a toss & that was unacceptable to the shrewd ASR in me & thus I pushed you down from my arms, pushing all the emotions away I felt for you at that time." He accepted shamefacedly, drawing her back in his arms. 

Inhaling her fragrance he continued, "I was already struggling between my heart's unexpected reactions towards you & my mind's alarming assertions to not to fall prey to a beautiful face. Upon that you reminding me of my dii's broken marriage just woke the beast in me & I behaved so cruelly with you." He choked as his throat clogged with unshed tears. 

Khushi caressed his back giving him strength as she wanted him to let it all out. 

"Only if I had let my heart rule over my mind that day, then you wouldn't have to go through so much at my hands." He cupped her face looking penitently in her innocent eyes. "We would have been spared of all the adversities we faced. There would have been only love & happiness in our lives instead of all the pain & sufferings." He kissed her forehead. 

Khushi squealed suddenly in excitement. "Now I understand why you wanted to recreate our first meeting, on the same day, at the same place, in the same set up, in similar attire & wanted both of us to act & react the way we both actually wished our first meet to happen & not actually the way it happened." She said with a childlike excitement on her pretty face. "I must say Arnavji, I really liked your thoughtfulness of recreating our first meet but with just you & me & no audience like that day. It's just US & OUR MOMENT." She smiled broadly & kissed both his cheeks. 

Arnav smiled back, pecking her lips. 

"Yes Khushi…  Today is the 9th anniversary of our first meet & that memory was eating into my guts & my conscience was rebuking me since 9 years, drowning me into the pool of guilt & regrets. I couldn't forget it even after you forgiving me for everything & we enjoying a happy married life since 8 years with each other & with our daughter Angel as the symbol of our love. I know even you too still shudder remembering my cruelty of that day." He looked at her & she averted her eyes proving his words right. 

Arnav sighed deeply. "That's why I wanted to replace the most horrifying memory of our first meet with a loving, adorable & a cherishable one. That day if everything would have happened just like today, then we would have had our fairy-tale love story of A PRINCESS & HER PRINCE CHARMING right from our first meet itself." He admitted ruefully. 

She framed his face between her small hands. "Arnavji.. You have succeeded today in replacing the terrifying memory of our first meet with a cherishable one. Now you don't need to be remorseful for anything that happened in our past because our present is filled with only love & happiness & so would be our future. Let bygones be bygones Arnavji." She urged, looking expectantly at him. 

He nodded smiling in affirmation.

She smiled removing her hands from his face & moved back with a naughty smile playing on her lips. 

"I agree we didn't have a fairy-tale love story of A PRINCESS & HER PRINCE CHARMING but still we had a fairy-tale love story." She said, continuing to take back steps. 

Arnav knotted his eyebrows at her words. 

"The fairy tale, THE BEAUTY & THE BEAST. The BEAUTY - Khushi Kumari Gupta & the BEAST - Arnav Singh Raizada." She shouted, sticking out her tongue, teasing him & made a run giggling like a kid. 

But Arnav was fast enough to catch her, grabbing her by her tiny waist. 

He lifted her in his arms & her arms got wrapped around his neck on their own accord. She was still laughing heartily filling his heart with joy. 

But her laughter subsided seeing his eyes taking a dangerous glint of passionate desire. 

He smashed his lips on hers & kissed her fervently. "This beast has definitely turned into your prince charming in all the other matters but in our BED he was, is & will always remain wild as a beast, showering his unbound passion on his beauty." He said detaching their lips & started moving towards the staircase to go to their room in Sheeshmahal to shower his passion on his beautiful wife. 

Happy ending.

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Kavita ❤️