Nani's room..

"Khushi bitiya I hope you know which path you are choosing to take in your life now. And if this is the decision. So I would advise you to reconsider your decision," Nani said with serious tone.

Khushi looked at her confused, "I don't get it Nani. What are you trying to say?"

"Khushi bitiya for a moment forget I'm Chote's Nani. I'm talking to you as a woman who had done the same mistake you're doing now," Nani took Khushi's moment of silence as her fear to reveal the truth about her relationship with Arnav.

"What mistake Nani?" Khushi asked with a slight frown adorning her forehead.

"The mistake of falling in love with a man who doesn't want to belong to anyone.. the man who is never satisfied with one love. Even I had fallen for his charming smile.. his caring nature.. his flirting lines.. his husky voice.. but he left me just when I asked for commitment. After that, my parents found out the crime I had committed of falling in love behind their backs and I was forced to marry Chote's grandfather. I thought I was ruined then.. but Chote's grandfather was a great man. He treated me like a princess and gave me so many beautiful moments that I would cherish for my entire life. Khushi bitiya our elders decision are always the best for us. And being elder to you, I thought of guiding you to the correct path, stay away from my grandson otherwise you'll go through what I went through. I'm saying this for your well-being bitiya.. I also love my grandson but I know how he is."

"Nani I understand your situation, your feelings, your point of view and even your advice to me, but.. sometimes even our elders can be wrong and take wrong decisions.. after all, we all are humans. Sometimes I find Anvi more mature and sensible than me and sometimes I find her immature as a kid of her age should be," Khushi said, "And for you Arnav is like the man you had fallen in love in your past but for me, Arnav is like his grandfather."

Because he made me feel like Alice in Wonderland that day. And I'll cherish those beautiful memories for the rest of my life. Khushi thought to herself with a small invisible smile playing on her lips.

"Chote can never be like his grandfather," Nani shook her head and let out a silent mocking chuckle, "His grandfather was a gentleman. I was the first woman in his life. His first and last love. And Chote keeps changing women like clothes in his life. Do you think he can be like his grandfather?"

"Yes he is like his grandfather for me," Khushi stick to her opinion, "And Nani how do you know Arnav is a Casanova?"

"Khushi bitiya why are you trying to defend him? We all know what he is like.. You were just there with me when Shyam told us how he dated a model when his sister was working.. and besides, he didn't even come home that night.. What do you understand about that?" Nani asked irritated with Khushi acting blind to Arnav's reality.

"Nani you don't know if that's true or not.. you just heard it from Shyam," Khushi argued.

"Khushi bitiya even you can't say with certainty that you know what he does with the other women he spends time with," Nani said as a matter of fact.

Khushi looked down defeatedly. No matter how much she tried to show Arnav's reality to her, Nani would think she's defending him because she's blindly in love with him.

Nani gazed at her, "Don't be stubborn Khushi. Open your eyes before it's too late. I really care for you.. this is why I called you here to talk about this."

"Nani Arnav is not my boyfriend.. I understand you care about me.. but trust me, there's nothing between us," Khushi slightly irritated with Nani's constant warning as if she did a crime by interacting with Arnav.

"I feel much relieved to hear this from you," she said but her smile got replaced by a frown the next minute, "So he's the one who is teasing you na. And looks like Anjali's words had no effect on him as today he just crossed the limits."

"Nani please.. stop thinking bad about your grandson. He didn't cross his limits with me. I only went to give him the phone but that moment he was just walking out of the bathroom," Khushi explained, "And to tell you the truth, yes he's not my boyfriend but I feel the most comfortable around him in this house. I just wanted to request you Nani to not say such things about Arnav and not to be worried about me. I've no problem with Arnav and I'm safe around him." 

Khushi got up from Nani's bed and walked towards the door. She never thought she would be upset with the older woman, whom she had always seen as a sweet woman who needed a lot of affection and attention from her family due to her illness, but today she was upset with the same woman's judgemental behavior towards her grandson. And this is one of the moments in her life when she realizes that no one is a saint in this life. Not even sweet and sick grandma!

"Why is she more comfortable with Chote if she doesn't even know him well and has had less interactions with him so far?" Nani thought confused and a little bit jealous that her Khushi bitiya seems to like Arnav more than her, when all he has done so far, was tease and annoy her while she's working. She looked away frowning.

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On her way to the kitchen, Khushi walked past two servants commenting on how today was a lucky day for them as Arnav is home and they got some extra money from him because they washed his car.

She closed her eyes momentarily and quickened her steps as she walked to the kitchen unable to understand why Raizadas can't see the good side of Arnav's personality like others do. And why was she feeling so helpless when she couldn't prove to Nani that Arnav doesn't play with girl's feelings?

His hand stopped buttering his toast when he heard her little voice from behind in the kitchen, huffing and puffing cutely.

He turned to face her while keeping down the knife on the plate.

"What happened? Did Nani say something to you?" he asked trying to sound casual, but deep inside him, he was worried about her.

"Good that you're here Mr. Stranger!" Khushi glared at him as she walked close to him.

"Woah.." Arnav widened his eyes, taken aback, "Trust me.. kitchen is not good place in this house Alice!" he took a step back, smiling naughtily.

"See.. if you keep talking like this, then people will think you're a Casanova only," Khushi frowned, crossing her arms angrily.

"Kuch toh log kahenge, logon ka kaam hai kehna (People will say something or other, it's their job to say something).. Never heard this before?" Arnav resumed his work, to finish buttering his toast.

"Of course I heard it.." Khushi pressed her lips tightly, narrowing her eyes at him, "Do you even realize you only give opportunity to people to think and speak ill about you?"

"Khushi people will always have an opinion whether I do a good or a bad thing. Now I can't live my life, trying to fit in other's definition of what's good or bad for me. And if we try to please everyone in this life, we will die without having the first genuine laugh!" he offered his toast to her with a cute smile playing on his lips.

Khushi pouted taking his toast, "Teach me how to be like you!"

"Are you sure? Few days ago, you had many complaints about me," he chuckled.

"I still do have many complaints about you.. It's  just I like your 'I'll do whatever makes me happy no matter what others think' kinda attitude," Khushi clarified, dividing the toast into two parts and giving it to him.

"Even I don't like few things about you.. but I like your 'Sharing is caring' wala attitude," he said acting serious while taking the half toast from her delicate hand.

"And what is it that you don't like about me?" Khushi raised one eyebrow questioningly.

"I'm sorry.. but you're boring Khushi!" he tried his best to suppress his smile after seeing her expression. How terribly she was failing to maintain an unaffected look. 

"What else?" Khushi asked in low dangerous tone, forcing an unaffected and fake small 'no-problem-it's-your-opinion-and-I-respect-it' smile on her face.

"You think negative.. You jump to conclusions.." he cleared his throat, chewing his food to hide his lopsided smile.

"Hmm..Do you want to add something else?" Khushi asked.

"Yes.. I do," Khushi clenched her fist hearing this from him, nevertheless, she smiled with a carry-on expression.

"You're serious and sometimes rude too!"

"I'm not rude Arnav!" Khushi frowned.

"See.. you get offended easily too!" he added.

"Arnavvv," she whined, hitting him with her small fist on his shoulder.

"Aggressive!" he said teasingly. Khushi stopped beating him, she turned her back to him, frowning cutely, "If you don't like me, then why do you want me in your life? It's good na.. I asked you to stay away from me."

"If you don't like me, then why do you want me in your life?" Arnav mimicked her teasingly, he poured juice for her in glass and came in front of her to give her, "Drink juice to cool down your anger."

Khushi nodded sideways and looked away.

"You're stubborn too!"

Khushi glared at him, "Arnav stop it. I didn't even say as many bad things about you as you are doing to me."

"But I really like you," he said failing miserably to be serious with her, ".. with all your negative qualities.. I really do. Trust me," he ended up laughing loudly and taking few quick steps back from Khushi to save his life.

Khushi walked towards him to attack him and she failed to notice he was holding a glass of juice in his hand, when she grabbed his hair in her fist mercilessly.

"Ouch.. Khushi.. kya kar rahi ho? (What are you doing?)" Arnav yelped while trying to balance the glass in his hand, but unfortunately due to Khushi's sudden attack on him, half of the liquid fell and spoiled her kurti.

"My kurti," Khushi cried as she withdrew her hands from his hair and looked at herself in shock, with her mouth open in big 'O' shape.

Arnav bit his tongue as he guiltily left the glass on the kitchen counter. 

"See.. See .. this is the result of being violent with a poor man like me," he made an innocent face. 

"Oh please.. don't act innocent now," Khushi slapped, punched and repeated the process on his shoulders and chest till she got tired and started laughing at her own childish behavior with Arnav. She looked up to him giggling, her eyes radiating the happiness she feels around him.

However, the moment a servant walked in the kitchen, she straightened and composed herself. Arnav looked at the servant and asked him if he was serving the breakfast to which the servant nodded as he walked out of the kitchen with a tray of tea and coffee.

"Chalo chalo (Let's go).. Breakfast time Alice!" he said as he walked to leave the kitchen.

"You go.. I need to change my clothes," Khushi said, rubbing her kurti with her fingers to see if the stain disappears.

"I'm sorry.. it happened by mistake. I'll buy another one for you," he said as he turned back to her and peeked to see the damage his juice made on her clothes.

"Pagal ho kya?(Are you mad?)" Khushi shook her head smiling at him, "I'll wash it.. the stain will disappear.. don't worry."

"Okay.. Give it to me now. I'll wash it for you," he said teasingly as he extended his hand to her mischievously.

"Hey DM.." Khushi looked at him wide eyed as she realized he was indirecting tell her to undress herself in front of him, "..there's so much dirt filled in your mind," she slapped his cheek lightly.

He smiled sheepishly in response.

"Thank God your Nani isn't here," Khushi said as she walked with him till the door.

"She would blame Emraan Hashmi for spoiling me," he chuckled.

"Accha! (Oh really)" Khushi smiled.

"Yeah.. I used to sing that song 'Bheege hont tere' everytime.. and she would scold me everytime I sang," he shared an incident of his past to her.

Khushi giggled. Arnav looked at her side as admiring her, how beautiful she looked giggling like an innocent kid. And deep inside in his heart, he prided himself on his ability to make her smile in any situation.

"Now you go and have breakfast. I'll just change and join you," Khushi said as they reached in the middle of the living room. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to wash your clothes? I was serious when I said that."

"Yes. I'm sure.. Now gooooo Arnav!" Khushi had to push him away.

"Okay okay!" he said defeatedly as he turned to his right side, heading towards the dining hall.

Khushi shook her head smiling at him.

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After sometime, Khushi joined Arnav, Anvi and Nani in the dining hall to have breakfast. But she was surprised to see an unfamiliar face in the breakfast table.

"Khushi bitiya what happened? Why did you change your clothes?" Nani asked.

"Nothing Nani.. just juice fell on my kurti accidently," Khushi explained as she took her seat, still glancing at the new face curiously.

"Khushi.. that's Aman, my best friend.. I call him Super-A-Man," Arnav volunteered to introduce Aman to Khushi and vice versa, "And she's Khushi.. Nani's nutritionist."

"Hi!" Aman smiled politely to Khushi. She reciprocated, "Hello."

After what seemed a normal introduction and greeting session, Khushi noticed Aman glancing every now and then at her with serious expressions.

"Is he a Super-A-Man or a Mosquito-A-Man? Why is he staring at me as if he's sucking my blood with his eyes?" Khushi thought, sipping her tea, looking at Aman suspiciously.

After breakfast, Aman stole Arnav from everyone and took him to outside and Khushi stayed with Anvi and Nani.

Khushi didn't want him to go, but didn't have courage to ask him to stay back.

"See his friend came and he left us," Nani said in complaining tone.

"He'll come back Nani," Khushi said assuringly.

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"What happened to you? Did you forgot today is Sunday? Party time.. Dhruv was calling you and you didn't even pick up his phone," Aman looked at his friend while driving his car.

"Aman I don't feel to go to any party today.. Today is a different Sunday.." Arnav said with not interested tone.

"Oh.. different Sunday because Miss Gupta is in your house, right?" Aman asked sarcastically.

"No.. because I promised to Anvi that I would stay with them this weekend," Arnav glared at his friend.

"And why did you came with me then?" Aman asked in disbelief.

"Take me to any sweet shop.. I want to buy jalebis," Arnav replied looking anywhere else but Aman.

"Jalebis for whom? As far as I know you and Nani have diabetes and Anvi doesn't like-"

"Khushi!" Arnav replied. He knew Aman wouldn't leave him till he says the truth.

Aman looked at Arnav as if he wanted to punch his friend right now, he gritted his teeth, "Arnav don't fall in love.. don't fall in love. This girl clearly asked you to stay away from her and treat her like a stranger. And you want to buy jalebis for her?"

"Stop overreacting Super-A-Man.. It's just jalebi.. not engagement ring! It has nothing to do with love.. It's just a sweet!" Arnav spoke in defensive tone.

"What the ****.. Why jalebis?" Aman looked at him weirdly.

"You should stop interrogating me like a cop.. She said yesterday when we were watching horror movies that her favorite sweet is jalebi. That's it. That was your last question and this was my last answer Aman. Now shut up and drive!"

Aman glanced at him weirdly, he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly as his tongue was itching for another question.

"What?"

Getting permission from Arnav, he asked, "How is jalebi related to horror movies?"

"They were having sweets in the movie.. and Anvi and Khushi started talking about their favorite sweets," Arnav replied losing his patience with Aman now.

"Oh.. that makes sense now. So you want to impress Khushi with jalebi?" Aman asked sarcastically.

"Now I can't buy jalebi for a friend?" Arnav asked glaring at Aman.

"And when did she become your friend?"

"Shut up Aman."

"Ban ja tu meri jalebi baby.. baby let me see it.. jalebi baby.. I just wanna eat it..jalebi baby.." Aman started singing to tease Arnav.

Arnav closed his eyes and rested his head on the headrest, ignoring his friend.

"Remember Jalebi is a sweet poison for you," Aman said. He knew he was being bitter, but he couldn't let Arnav hurt himself in love for Khushi. Only he has observed that when Arnav is hurt, he hides his pain from everyone. He suffers alone. And he heals himself alone.

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Sometime later..

Arnav came back home surprising Nani who thought he would come back late or some other day. 

"Don't worry.. I didn't abandon you," he smiled at his grandma.

Nani looked back at the TV hiding her smile from him.

"Anvi where's Khushi?" Arnav asked as he didn't spot her at the living room.

"She's in the bathroom Mamu," Anvi replied.

"Come with me," Arnav extended his to little Anvi who held his hand readily. They went upstairs together.

"No one cares to share anything with me," Nani pouted.

When they reached the corridor, Arnav knelt down to reach Anvi's height, he gave to her the box with jalebis and a thank-you card, "This is your Khushi's favorite sweet jalebi. Give it to her and don't forget to thank her for staying this weekend with you and Nani, okay?"

Anvi nodded cutely, taking the box securely in her hands.

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"Khushi this is for you," Anvi showed to Khushi the sweet box smilingly, "Thank you for staying with us this weekend.. thank you for being my kitchen partner.. thank you for watching movies with me.. thank you for playing with me.. thank you for taking care of me."

"Aww.. Anvi baby. This is so sweet of you," Khushi took the sweet box from her hand and knelt down to kiss Anvi's both cheeks, "Thank you so much Anvi," she opened the box curiously only to find her favorite jalebis, "Jalebis!" she looked at Anvi surprised.

"Who bought this?" Khushi asked, closing the box properly.

"Guess!" Anvi smiled knowingly.

"Arnav?" Khushi asked with an unsure smile adorned on her lips.

Anvi nodded her head, "Yess.. You guessed it right Khushi. Mamu bought jalebis for you."

Khushi felt her heart beat abnormally now. She tried her best to normally receive this as a thank you gift but she couldn't stop blushing while thinking he paid attention to her silly conversations yesterday and today he had gone out to buy something that is her favorite.

"Let's go downstairs Khushi.. We'll ask Mamu to play Charades with us," Anvi said.

Khushi nodded her head, "Let's go."

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6:00pm.

After bidding goodbye to Nani and Anvi, Khushi followed Arnav to his car as he would drop her home.

He was keeping her bag on the backseat of his car when Anjali's car made entry in RM as she parked the car.

"Look.. Your family has arrived," Khushi informed Arnav, pointing at their car.

Anvi also came outside to greet her family excitedly. Arnav and Khushi walked to them to do the same.

"Welcome back!" Anvi squealed, jumping in excitement, "Welcome back Mumma.. Welcome back S.J. .. Welcome-"

"Bas bas.. One welcome is enough little princess!" Shyam pinched little Anvi's cheek smiling sweetly at her.

"Thank you baby!" Anjali lifted her daughter in her arms and kissed her cheeks soundly, "You okay? Did you have fun this weekend?"

"Yes, I'm okay.. It was one of the best weekends of my life.. I enjoyed a lot with Nani, Khushi and Peter Pan!" Anvi giggled.

Seeing her daughter happy, made Anjali smile relieved. She looked at Khushi and blinked her eyes, silently thanking her for being there for Anvi and Nani when she wasn't.

Khushi smiled in return.

"Di I'm going to drop Khushi home," Arnav said.

"Yeah sure," Anjali nodded, she let Anvi stand on her own and approached Khushi, hugging her tightly and thanking her once again, "I hope they didn't trouble you."

"No.. they behaved well," Khushi said.

"What is this Chote? We just arrived and you're leaving the house.. no one is there to welcome us," Shyam pouted.

"You wanted me to be like Nandini Raichand of K3G who feels when her son Rahul returns home and performs aarti for him?" Arnav asked sarcastically.

"Yes!" Shyam grinned sheepishly.

"Shyam!" Anjali widened her eyes at him in disbelief, "Go Chote.. Khushi shouldn't be late home. Go!" she patted her brother's shoulder, granting them permission to leave.

Khushi waved goodbye to them and caressed little Anvi's head before walking back to the car with Arnav.

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"Arnav can I ask you something?" Khushi asked hesitantly, while glancing at him drive silently.

"Yeah.. It would be better if you ask me for a date!" he smirked.

Khushi ignored his flirting and concentrated on her question, "Why don't you like Shyam?"

"Why do I have to like him? Because he's my sister's husband?"

"No.. but at least have a cordial relationship with him," Khushi said.

"I do try Khushi.. He doesn't help. I know him before he married my sister as he worked in AR. And I never liked the way he talks to the employees and his lame jokes. But I guess Di saw something good in him that she decided to marry him. And I respected her decision. He recently came in our lives.. our family.. like two years ago. So it'll take time for us to adjust with him. This is the reason.. nothing else," he explained.

"Okay.. I really liked how you accepted your sister's decision and didn't try to stop from getting married to Shyam because you didn't like him," Khushi smiled a little.

"Her happiness is what matters to me the most.." he said.

"She's lucky to have a brother like you!" Khushi glanced at him with admiration in her eyes for him.

"I'm lucky to have a sister like her in my life. When our parents left us, we were kicked out of my father's house by my paternal family. They took everything away from us. It was  Mama and Mami who saved us and took care of us. But they weren't financially stable that time so Di had to balance studies and a part time job. She started AR.. and by the time, AR started growing in the market, I joined her after I finished my studies. She also had problems in her first marriage, then divorced and that time she was pregnant as well. She suffered a lot in her life.. but never gave up. She was and is always thinking about her family," Arnav said.

Khushi could see his eyes moist but he quickly blinked his eyes, composing himself.

"She's strong woman.. and you both are lucky to have each other as siblings!" Khushi cutely concluded making him smile at her.

They reached Khushi's home and Arnav got down the car to open the door for Khushi. He opened the backseat door and took her bag, "I'll accompany you."

"No, it's okay.. I can handle," Khushi said.

"How will you hold these two bags and then jalebis? Let me help you," Arnav said.

"Okay.." Khushi accepted his help, holding the jalebi box and her phone in her hands.

They entered her apartment and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

"So madam lives here.." he looked at her walking to her house entrance door, "Nice house name plate.." he commented staring at the pink and white name plate hanging on the door with Khushi and Lavanya's name, "Khushi.. Lavanya.. Beautiful & Happy Place!" he read it aloud.

"That's our names's meaning.. Lavanya means beautiful and Khushi happiness!" Khushi said.

"Nice.." he nodded smiling, "If it was our house then it would say Welcome to our Happy Ocean!"

Khushi punched his stomach, "Shut up!"

"Ouch! You hit me a lot today," he complained. 

"You deserve it!" she knocked the door, smiling at him.

"I'll leave now.." he said.

"No. Wait.. It's the first time you've come to my house," she held his hand tightly to stop him from leaving.

"Some other day Khushi.. Aman called me. I have to get past his house too," Arnav said.

Oh! That Mosquito-A-Man!

"Okay," she said with a small smile.

Just then, Lavanya opened the door for Khushi. She looked at Arnav then at Khushi suspiciously.

"Hi Lavanya!" Arnav shifted his attention to her as he waved at her smiling.

"Hi! What a surprise," she fake a smile, "Come in!" she said making space for him to enter.

"Thanks .. but I'm already leaving. I came upstairs to help Khushi hold her bags," he said as he handed the bags to Lavanya so she could help Khushi now.

"Bye bye," he waved his hand to both girls as he walked to leave.

Khushi followed him hurriedly, calling him out when he was descending the stairs, "Arnav!"

Arnav stopped on his way and looked back at her.

She raised the sweet box in her hands and spoke loudly for him to hear as they stood distant from each other, "Thank you!"   

Arnav blinked his eyes smiling at her.

Khushi walked back to her home where Lavanya was looking at questioningly.

"What was that?" Lavanya asked astonished.

"I'll tell you everything later meri ma.. let me enter in my home sweet home first.." Khushi hit her friend's forehead as she smilingly entered her house only to gasp in shock seeing her Buaji walk out of her room.

"Buajiiii.." she rushed to hug her aunt tightly but also securely holding Arnav's jalebis in her hands, "When did you came? Why didn't you tell me before? You wanted to surprise me? You should have informed me. I would have returned home much earlier. I'm sorry.. I wasn't here.. what happened is-"

"Arey chup hojao Titaliya (Shut up)!" Buaji covered her ears with her palms, shutting her eyes tightly.

Khushi pouted, "Buajiii.. I was just explaining.."

"You don't need to open your mouth.. Lavanya bitiya told me everything already. I know you went to RM to stay with Devyani and little Anvi because their family had to attend a wedding in Udaipur. And yes.. I wanted to surprise you.. that's why I planned with Lavanya bitiya everything."

Khushi smiled widely at the last line, she hugged Buaji sideways once again, "I'm so happy today.. now that you came Buaji! I missed you a lot."

"I'm also happy to see you my Titaliya.." Buaji raised her hand to caress Khushi's cheek, smiling emotionally, "I missed you too bitiya."

"Come.. let's sit and chat!" Khushi said excitedly dragging her Buaji to the living room. Lavanya followed them happily.

"Yes yes.. I want to talk with you too. This time I came as and with a surprise for you," Buaji said and glanced at Lavanya, both giggled excitedly as they took their seats on the couch.

"What surprise?" Khushi asked looking at them suspiciously.

"You'll be shocked to know," Lavanya said giggling.

"What?"

"Tell her," Buaji smile, gesturing Lavanya to share the surprise with Khushi.

"Shivam Khurana asked for your hand in marriage Khushiiii," Lavanya squealed and jumped to her friend to hug her tightly, laughing happily.

"What?" Khushi frowned, unable to believe what she just heard.

Lavanya sat beside her, "Yes.. it's unbelievable na.. who would imagine Shivam Khurana.. the greatest business magnate.. famous all over the world.. would ask for your hand in marriage Khushi.. I'm so happy for you."

Khushi ignored Lavanya's blabbering as she turned her head to her Buaji serious, "Buaji I hope you'll not force me to marry someone I don't even know."

"Everyone knows him-"

"Please La!" Khushi said in a dismissive manner as her eyes pleaded her Buaji to not force her into this marriage.

"Of course I'll not force you Titaliya. In fact, he spoke to me and told me, he saw your picture that the match maker sent to him, he said you're really beautiful but that's not enough for marriage. He wants to know you before taking things forward. He's coming to Delhi for two months and he wants to use this opportunity to get to know you. And then only if you two like each other, we'll plan for the wedding. It's a very good proposal Khushi bitiya. I really liked him for you. He has all the qualities you wanted in a man to get married. You can't say no without meeting him Titaliya."

"Right.." Lavanya agreed.

"Arey wah..The one who bought you sweets was already predicting a good news for you," Buaji said as she noticed the sweet box on Khushi's lap.

Khushi looked down at the box with a heavy heart. She had decided to close Arnav's chapter of her life. Yet, she followed her heart and allowed herself to open up with him this weekend. She had decided to think practically when it comes to 'life partner' matter and get married to a financially stable, responsible and ready for commitment man. And she got what she wished for. Yet, her heart feared to even think of a future with Shivam Khurana.

Meri aarzoo na jaane kahan mujhko le ke aayi

Mere dil se ho rahi hain meri dhadkane paraayi

To be continued..